Basse Nazaire

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  • Day15

    Saint Nazaire U-Bootbunker

    June 30, 2021 in France ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C

    Da ich noch nicht in Saint Nazaire war, war dies die Gelegenheit das mal nachzuholen. In der Stadt fällt sofort der überdimensionale U-Bootbunker auf. Man ist hier pragmatisch und nutzt ihn jetzt als Partylocation, als Corona-Impfzentrum, als Messelocation und auch die Touristen Informationen ist hier untergebracht. Sicherlich noch viel mehr, Platz ist hier nicht das Probem. Viele Bereiche sind öffentlich zugänglich. Cooles Teil. Der hat wohl im Krieg nichts abbekommen, was man von der Stadt nicht sagen kann. Das Wetter hält sich auch noch.Read more

  • Day15

    Saint Nazaire City

    June 30, 2021 in France ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C

    Nach dem Besuch des Bunkers ging es in die Stadt. Nach dem Reiseführer wurde diese im Krieg fast völlig zerstört. Hier war ein wichtiger U-Boot Stützpunkt. Das sieht man sofort, altes ist kaum vorhanden. Einheits 50-70 Jahre Baumurx, nichts was einen wirklich erfreut. An der Mündung der Loire befindet sich eine Werft, in der Kreuzfahrer gebaut werden, einer liegt fast fertig dort, auch die Queen Mary II wurde hier gebaut. Mein Stellplatz für die Nacht ist auf einer Mole, hinter einem Bunker. Sonst gibt es von hier eigentlich nichts mehr zu berichten.Read more

  • Day40

    A Hard Day at the Office

    September 29, 2019 in France ⋅ ⛅ 16 °C

    On every extended ride there is usually one day that is remembered as "the day of suffering". On our 2019 French Ride, today was that day. Not that we can complain, up till now we have enjoyed an uncanny run of glorious weather. I guess that really had to come to an end sooner or later.

    We all knew that the day was not going to be easy. All night we had heard the sound of rain falling outside the hotel. I had also been kept awake by the seemingly constant progression of drunken knobs walking past the hotel at all hours of the night. I don't mind them walking past, but why do they all want to yell at the tops of their voices as they do so ? Nantes is indeed a lovely city, but I was already seeking somewhere quieter.

    The rain continued as we assembled with our riders - a more comic bunch of umpa lumpas you would be hard pressed to find anywhere. It seemed that everyone had managed to find even more wet weather clothing than Horatio Hornblower would have worn in an Atlantic gale. And thus the ride started.

    The first major challenge was to navigate our way out of Nantes, without the aid of the GPS. Finding the Loire was easy, the rest was not so easy. I asked the entire group to help by keeping an eye out for those little green bike signs. We made a couple of minor errors before making a major one. By the time we realised that we had missed the turn, it was too late to double back. The brains trust (aka Russell and Gordon) came to the conclusion that we could get through anyway. And we did. It turned out to be an inspired mistake that probably actually saved us a little time.

    Like all big cities, Nantes has an outer ring of ugly industrial complexes, storage facilities and the like. When you combine this with the still pouring rain, we were starting to look a little ragged before we had even made the first 10 km. And did I mention the head wind ? Well I should have. It soon became evident that we would be pushing into the teeth of a stiff westerly wind all day. At times the wind was so strong as to almost bring us to a standstill. Considering that this was also going to be our longest day in the saddle, it was not a prospect to be savoured.

    Somehow, by sheer force of will and bloody mindedness we made it as far as Indre. At this point we had to cross to the south bank of the river by catching a ferry across the Loire. There were two good points to this crossing - it gave us a short break from our labours and it was free.

    When we were deposited on the opposite bank we all knew that we still had another 45 km to ride. The rain was still falling heavily. The head wind was still blowing. And my severely compromised GPS had to be completely relegated to the pannier. In fact I could hardly see through my wet glasses. Our strength was failing. On the positive side, at least we had left the busy roads behind and were able to ride on a quiet, albeit waterlogged, bike path.

    "This rain will really help the Loire", I said, trying to think of something positive.
    "Who cares about the river ?", was the consensus response.

    It really was hard going, but just as our strength was failing, Yvonne made a wonderful chance discovery. She spied a large cafe, right on the edge of the bike path. Before I could say or do anything, she had already dropped her bike and was making a bee line for the front door. We weren't far behind her.

    Over the next hour we ordered coffee after coffee and galette (waffle) after galette. Our morales started to improve as we warmed up and dried out a little. Things improved even further when we noticed that the rain had finally stopped and the clouds had started to thin a little. Perhaps we could make it after all.

    We finally suited up again and started off. Our destination was St Brevin Les Pins, situated at the mouth of the Loire. Although it was still a long way off, it certainly made for more pleasant riding when we no longer had rain finding its way into every part of our anatomy.

    The final twenty or so km really seemed to take for ever, but our chance encounter with a large group of Citroen 2CV drivers added a welcome diversion. They seemed just as glad to see us as we were to see them. They all proceeded to salute us with a caucophony of horns, hooters, tooters, klaxons and whistles. It was another of those unplanned events that makes travel so incredibly addictive.

    As we entered the outskirts of St Brevin, we got our first glimpses of the famous massive bridge that spans the mouth of the Loire, although it was somewhat difficult to see through the mist. The route become a winding labyrinth of twists and turns that made me glad that I had been able to resurrect the GPS, just long enough to guide us to the hotel.

    By the time we finally reached the large Spa Du Beryl Hotel and Casino, we were all near to our physical limits. It really had been a hard day, but we had now reached our primary objective of reaching the mouth of the Loire. Tomorrow's final ride to Le Croisic would be a wonderful epilogue to an incredible cycling experience.

    The hotel however was not my type of place. Although the rooms were comfortable, I find it hard to take pleasure from an establishment that grows rich from the stupidity and weakness of others. I watched the people in the casino as they mindlessly gambled away their hard earned money. I noticed that not a single one of them was smiling as they just kept pushing the buttons on the poker machines. With every push of the button, a little more of their future was robbed from them. Every external door of the place was surrounded by a clump of smokers, trying to pump a little more nicotine into their systems, before returning to their gambling.

    The location of the hotel was right on the Atlantic coast. I guess we would have had a wonderful view if our rooms had been on the other side of the building. The view of the car park was not quite as exciting as the view of the ocean would have been.

    Tomorrow we will be donning our cycling gear and climbing on our bikes for the very last day as we complete our ride to Le Croisic.
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  • Day6


    September 19, 2019 in France ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C

    In Weiser Voraussicht vorab online gebucht - die Werft-Führung in St. Nazaire auf englisch. Leider haben wir ein paar Tage vor unserer Abreise die Info erhalten, dass die Führung nur auf französisch stattfindet (passiert ab und an, wenn keine Hauptsaison mehr ist). Wir wollten es aber trotzdem sehen und so lauschten wir 1 1/2 Std. einer netten Lady, die Anki so gar nicht und Peter nur zu 10% verstand. Egal - das mal zu sehen, wie so ein Kreuzfahrtschiff zusammengebaut wird, diese riesigen Bauteile und Schweißnahten, die überdimensionalen Kräne und das ausgeklügelte System, das es braucht um solche Schiffe zu bauen, haben uns dafür entschädigt. Wer sich für Schiffsbau interessiert - unbedingt buchen (vielleicht ja dann gerne auf englisch und uns dann erzählen, was da so gesprochen wurde :))Read more

  • Day4

    St. Nazaire

    September 17, 2019 in France ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

    Unsere nächste Unterkunft liegt in St. Nazaire direkt am Atlantik - 150m zum Strand. Begrüßt hat uns in unserem netten Air B&B Chantal mit selbstgemachtem Likör und Muffins. Eine Flasche Wasser stand auch parat. Abends dann in das nächstgelegene Restaurant „Le Transat“, was sich als echter Glücksgriff herausstellte. Das Beste: endlich Lillet Tonic! Bisher ein herrlicher Empfang...Read more

  • Day5

    U-Boot Espadon

    September 18, 2019 in France ⋅ ☀️ 18 °C

    Auf deutsch heißt Espadon Schwertfisch und genauso sieht es auch aus. Das französische U-Boot das seit mehr als 30 Jahren im Ruhestand ist und im Hafen von St. Nazaire als Museum zugänglich ist. Das ist die 10€ pro Person auf jeden Fall wert.Read more

  • Day5

    Sightseeing St. Nazaire

    September 18, 2019 in France ⋅ ☀️ 23 °C

    Vom U-Boot noch ganz beeindruckt laufen wir den Hafen ab und entdecken einen Leuchtturm und haben eine grandiose Sicht auf die Brücke. Außerdem sehen wir ein Kunstwerk von Jean-Claude Majo, der in 3 Bronzegestalten die Etappen der Sklavenbefreiung darstellt. Dann geht es ins Geschichtsmuseum, das den enorme Aufschwung der Stadt, seit es den Hafen gibt, zeigt. Auf dem Weg in die Innenstadt kommen wir am riesigem U-Boot Bunker vorbei, der jetzt für Kunstausstellungen und Cafes genutzt wird. Wir sind total geflashed davon wie viel es in St. Nazaire zu bestaunen gibt. Eine Woche hätten wir hier auch verbringen können, aber es zieht uns weiter in den Süden.Read more

  • Day78

    St Nazaire

    July 2, 2017 in France ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

    Hello, we left Pornichet on Saturday it was still windy but had eased overnight so seas a little less disturbed. We headed along the coast, and managed to stay fairly close in as we moved towards St Nazaire. Per the Almanac we had to enter the east lock, i radioed ahead and they confirmed next opening would be 12:10. So we tied to a random wall had a cuppa and waited. While waiting we realised that we were moored at the seaward end of the submarine pen for the Espadon, the sub that visitors can walk around and that has a viewing gallery above it which explained the random voices we could hear.
    Well they let us into the Bassin de St Nazaire and we tried to figure out where to go, there were a few fishing boats on one side, a couple of yachts in a corner and the Loire princess on one edge, that's the paddle boat that does Loire river cruises, looked very plush. In the end we decided to moor along side the pontoon directly in front of the old submarine pens where it said don't moor without permission of the mayor, this was secure as doors to pontoon locked and we would have to use dingy whereas everywhere else was along side the Bassin edge and anyone could walk aboard. The 2books we have gave different opinions on where we should go and neither option looked viable, but we did do as recommended and headed for the Capitainnerie to tell them where we were, pay our dues and leave phone number in case boat needed to be moved. However Capitainnairie weren't interested we had to talk to intercom they didn't let us into building we tried to explain we wanted to stay for 2 nights and where we were, they decided it was gratuit (free).
    Has been a nice quiet couple of nights OK so no power or elec but peaceful even though only 5mins to beach and 2mins to supermarket and Randun Bleu (or similar) shopping precinct and town centre.
    On Saturday we wondered around town but today we went to junk market, really was rubbish, then around harbour before short 5km jog then after lunch a walk on the Promenade towards St Marc where we ended up on Friday on our walk from Pornichet. Tomorrow we plan to head to Pornic for a couple of nights before anchoring off the islands of Noirmotier or isle d'yeu. Photos on other device so to follow
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    Max Mahy

    We went Noirmotier last year where we were there were a few traditional wooden boat builders working out of big sheds. Lots of salt pans there too. On the map It looks like it's quite a distance from Where you are at the moment

    Mary Le Poidevin

    Hi Beth, We went to St Nazaire many years ago - they were just putting the piles in for the bridge. I remember well the huge submarine pens. We also went to Noirmotier - the bridge was there. Steve and I are enjoying following your route. Bin voyage Mary

    Cruising donkeys

    We hope to anchor off Isle de Noirmotier over next couple of days if winds die down, sadly marina is no good for Take Five

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  • Day8

    St Nazaire Plage

    July 5, 2017 in France ⋅ ⛅ 32 °C

    Heute stand mal ein Ausflug nach St Nazaire an.
    Knackig heiß war's...

    Innenstadt war jetzt eher so im "Deichmann-Douglas-C&A"- Modus :/
    Aber der Rest der Stadt ist ganz schön, wenn man mal genauer hinsieht - auch der Strand ist brauchbar.
    Am beeindruckendsten fand ich aber die Brücke über die Loire-Mündung - gigantisch irgendwie - oder war ich jetzt schon zu lange auf dem Dorf??
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