Not visiting Agen again!
Trip Start Jan 31, 2011
71Trip End Jul 10, 2011
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We noticed plenty of walkers on the road, each with two walking poles and carrying a bag pack.
During one of suiting up/off stops we spoke to a French Canadian women aged 40-45 years and a young German guy aged about 25 who had teamed up during their walk.
They started yesterday and were walking 1000 km in a month deep into Spain staying at hostels and/or dormitories overnight and carrying their food with them that we bought along the way. The German guy had a bad case of the blisters and it was only day two!
There were over 150 walkers all following the same route, some starting out at 6.00 am with others setting off at about 8.00 am.
We also noticed many cyclists crossing the Pyrenees (puff, puff) and riding through villages. We prefer the motorised version of two wheels!
In the same village where we stopped and spoke to the two walkers, a six girls playing music that sounded like it was out of an American Revolutionary War movie with five playing the piccolo, one on drums together with the piccolo and one (obviously the non-musical one) on the tamborine.
The highlight of the day was the lunch break in a pretty French village.
French motorcycle riders have a unique and very pleasant way of waving to you when they overtake you; we call it 'Le kick'. They kick out with their right foot as they pass you as a way of one motorcyclist acknowledging a brother rider travelling along the same route as they are and both enjoying the freedom of the bike.
We reached Agen and could not find the hotel despite the best efforts of Tom who continually ran into dead end and one way streets in his desperate attempts to deliver us safely to our digs. Finally Kerrie alightened to seek out our hotel leaving Greg to detour up dead end alleyways until he finally gave up and ignored street signs and rode for 500m up a one way street to find Kerrie waiting patiently outside the Sim'Otel. After check in we found the view from the view fantastic - NOT! It was the gravel covered roof of the adjoining building.
After a walk around to explore and eat we discovered Agen was a mostly non-descript and very forgettable town and the next morning when mounting up the P-D we promptly decided that we would never visit Agen again.
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