Narbone

In the afternoon, I made a fast ride out to Narbone, which took just a couple of hours in spite of my tyre which persists in leaking (Chris had the spare, and I forgot to take it from him before we parted company). It was quite pleasant with the mountains to the South on my right, and just the occasional bluff or small peak to my left. It was largely flat, with the occasional ridge to get over.

Probably the most interesting point was entering Narbone, at which point I was overtaken by three huge Armored Personnel Carriers. They were going only slightly faster than me, and I couldn't help by feel uneasy at the burly French soldier with a heavy machine gun who was looking down at me from the top of the APC with a look that seemed to say "foreign flag = target practice".

I had a meal in the square in Narbone. Narbone is quite a pretty town with a canal in addition to the array of medevil structures sported by all the cities of the region. Even so my three-wheeled touring bike was stealing a lot of attention from the various monuments that surrounded it, whilst I watched the watchers with amusement.Читать далее