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  • Day20

    Trains, Trains and more Trains

    September 9, 2019 in France ⋅ ☁️ 16 °C

    Although there is no doubt we had all thoroughly enjoyed our time in Aigues Mortes, after two days of relative inactivity, we were starting to get itchy feet (and I am not referring to the tinea commonly experienced by some other travellers). We actually were ready to resume our cycling. The only problem was that first we had to traverse about 600 km of France to reach Nevers where we were to begin our ride along the Loire River.

    When I was putting this trip together I thought that it would be a good idea to include a couple of day's break between the end of section one and the start of section two. This turned out to be a very wise move as we discovered that it is basically impossible to get out of Aigues Mortes at the week end.

    Although there is a train station at Aigues Mortes, the long grass growing up between the rails is clear evidence that the line is not exactly frequently traversed by trains. In fact we found that the 11:52 am train to Nimes is basically the only option and it only runs on weekdays.

    In order to make our way to Nevers we would have to somehow negotiate a complex sequence of train connections and a glitch in any one of the these connections could have potentially disastrous consequences.

    The long odyssey began with a walking peloton from our hotel to the station. We piled our mountain of luggage in a strategic position and waited for the train to arrive. When it did finally roll into the station, we were horrified to find that it was more like a bus than a train. It only had one carriage and that was already filled with passengers from the previous station.

    We had no choice other than to resort to brute force. Fifteen elderly Ghostriders jammed cases into every available space (mostly in the middle of the single aisle) and then tried to find a place to stand. I spent the next 30 minutes balanced on one leg and trying to avoid falling into the pram that was pressed against my other leg. To make matters worse, the airconditioning was almost non existent and the temperature was soon soaring. It was not a pleasant start to a long journey.

    When we arrived at Nimes we all were exceedingly glad to be free of the train. Since we had a 90 minute gap before the next train was due, we took the opportunity to get something to eat for lunch. The next train would be a first class ride to Dijon. At least we would look forward to reserved seats. The only problem was that, when we reached the platform we were told that the "train was retarded". That was not the news we wanted to hear, especially as we only had a 20 minute break at Dijon before we had to catch the final train to Nevers.

    Our train was indeed retarded and became more so as the trip progressed. Although the scenery was absolutely glorious, I was too stressed to really enjoy it. It was soon obvious that we would have no hope of catching our third connection and I had horrific visions of having to spend the entire night sleeping on the railway platform, surrounded by our luggage. At least the wifi on the train was excellent, easily the best we had experienced in our entire trip so far.

    Of course we arrived at Dijon, just in time to see the train we wanted to catch, disappear into the distance. This could have been catastrophic, but we did discover that there was a second train due to leave in about 40 minutes time. At least it looked like we would be able to reach our hotel, but probably too late for dinner.

    Although it had not gone exactly to plan, we were delighted to discover that the train to Nevers was almost empty. We spread out over an entire carriage and started to misbehave terribly. It had been a very long day in transit and the combination of stress and sugar was starting to make the group act like kids at a red cordial fuelled birthday party. The few remaining locals in the carriage soon departed for other quieter parts of the train.

    We finally rolled into Nevers at about 8 pm. The light was fading and the temperature was dropping as we rolled our cases up the deserted main street to the Best Western Hotel de Diane. I was relieved to find that the hotel reception was still waiting for us and they informed us that we had not missed our dinner after all.

    We were even happier to find that the rooms were amazing - large, clean and comfortable. Best of all was the fact that the dinner was absolutely superb. As each dish was presented to us, we relished every mouthful. The benchmark for dining has now been set at an absurdly high level. It had been quite a day. Tomorrow we will be back on the bikes again.
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  • Day21

    On the Road Again

    September 10, 2019 in France ⋅ 🌙 15 °C

    After our three days of relative inactivity (actually disorganised mayhem), it was time to resume our cycling. After all, that was why we had come all this way to the far side of the planet.

    Before we could start riding we first had to get bikes. That is sort of a basic fact of the universe. But there was a problem, There often is. I received a phone call informing me that the man who was bringing the bikes from Blois was stuck in thick traffic and would be "retarded by at least an hour". We would have to adapt Plan B.

    We had read that there was an amazing market in Nevers that was really worth seeing. A little further research showed that it was apparently close to our hotel. I therefore suggested to our riders that they might like to have a look at the market first, and then get the bikes later. Before I had finished my sentence, the women were already out the door looking for the market and an opportunity to spend money.

    About 45 minutes later I thought I might as well have a look as well. The bikes still had not arrived and the hotel foyer was getting a little boring. I had not walked far when I found Carol and Sam walking back towards me. They were devastated. They had not been able to find the market. Obviously life can not get much wore than this. On further investigation, I found that they had actually walked right past the front door. I had to admit that it was a little underwhelming as it was only a food market and most of the stalls were still locked. There were none of those exciting stalls where women could buy Chinese knock offs at inflated prices. What a letdown.

    The big bike delivery van finally arrived about 10 am and the driver slowly and carefully unloaded all 16 bikes. He did not want help as he wanted to do it his way. About 30 minutes later the bikes were unloaded and then began the familiar process of each rider finding their allocated bike and assessing its suitability. I had been in this position many times before and always find it stressful.

    "My bike's too big", "My bike's too small", "Mine is the wrong colour for my shirt", "I won't ride a ladies bike", "I didn't know we had to ride bikes", "My handlebars are too pointy", "My seat's all funny", "My bottom is hurting already", "How do you change gears ?", "What are gears for anyway ?", "I don't want a pannier", "I want more panniers", "I want lunch".

    It went on and on. It's not easy trying to set up 16 elderly citizens with walking frames, let alone with bicycles. After every single bike was adjusted, poked, asssessed and decorated with ribbons, we were finally ready to go.

    Our peloton slowly wobbled down the main street, watched by numerous bemused locals. We somehow made it to the old city without too much incident, but then stumbled into a complicated sequence of staircases. We had to manhandle all the bikes down the stairs, at times coming close to destroying a couple of the ebikes. It was not an an auspicious start to the ride.

    We finally left the city by crossing the bridge over the Loire. We were on our way at last. Actually we were on the wrong way. I had made a small error of navigation and was leading the group in the opposite direction. I quickly realised my error, the group U turned and we found the correct route.

    What followed next was a beautiful bike path, right alongside a shady canal. This was just the type of riding that we all adored. It was what we needed to settle our nerves after the stress of the morning. You can imagine my joy when I spied a lovely cafe, right on the bank of the canal.

    "This looks like a suitable coffee stop", I yelled.
    "But we have only been riding for 10 minutes", someone commented.
    "We have no idea when the next opportunity will be", I countered.

    Since no one could fault my logic, we all parked the bikes. Actually we spread them all over the precinct in a random array of unlocked vehicles. Arie was no longer here to dictate that all be parked in a precise line with locks and chains galore. We just needed coffee.

    It was now after 12 noon and I think that everyone was happy to sit and enjoy the surroundings. We also took a new group photo to immortalise the occasion. Our adventure on the Loire was now officially underway.

    We never did find another place to buy our baguette lunch. Well actually we did, but they had none left. We rode the remaining 45km on empty stomachs. Fortunately the scenery was absolutely superb - a never ending sequence of canals, locks, tiny flowered villages and quiet bike paths.

    The highlight was the Pont de Canal, an amazing sight which allows the Canal of the Loire to cross the Allier River. It would even have been more amazing to see a barge crossing the Pont, but the canal was deserted. The huge lock at the end had gates which must have been 10 metres high and they were decorated with colourful flowers. From the side, the structure almost looked like the huge Roman Pont du Gard, that we had ridden past in Provence. In nature it would be highly unusual to see two rivers crossing each other !

    By the late afternoon a steady head wind had developed. It was nowhere near as strong as the Mistral we had endured in Provence, but on empty stomachs it was a challenge. Our first view of Charite Sur Loire was a memorable one, cameras were produced and pictures were taken.

    The final kilometre to our hotel involved a long walking peloton through the ancient town. Our hotel was the quaint "Thousand and One Books" hotel. Every inch of the place had been decorated in a literary theme. The staircases were about 30 cm wide and there was no lift. It was going to be the pitstop for the first day of our Loire Ride.

    Our evening meal was at the restaurant attached to the hotel, so we did not have to walk far. Once again the food was glorious. It had been the first time most of us had eaten since breakfast in Nevers.
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  • Day2

    Driving, driving, driving

    October 12, 2019 in France ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    The car feels like home. We have been listening to music and audiobooks ("Rich dad, Poor dad" today), we have been talking, pointing all the animals (birds, horses, cows, chicken, sheeps etc. especially the small baby ones), beautiful buildings, trees, camper vans, all the cute, pretty and exciting things on the way.
    This is definitely taking more time than we thought, but we have nowhere to hurry to.
    We just had a team call from the car with all the European business partners and that was amazing 😊

    Nos sentimos como en casa en el coche. Estamos escuchando música y audiobooks ("Rich dad, Poor dad" hoy), hemos estado hablando, señalando todos los animales ( pájaros, caballos, vacas, gallinas, ovejas, etc. especialmente los pequeñitos ), casas muy bonitas, árboles con colores, caravanas, todas las cosas bonitas y emocionantes en el camino.
    Está tomando más tiempo de lo que creíamos, pero no tenemos prisa.
    Acabamos de tener una video llamada con nuestros compañeros del negocio y ha sido espectacular.

    Auto tuntuu jo kodilta. Ollaan kuunneltu musiikkia ja äänikirjoja (Rich dad, Poor dad tänään), ollaan juteltu ja osoteltu kaikkia eläimiä (lintuja, hevosia, lehmiä, kanoja, lampaita ym. varsinki pieniä poikasia), kauniita rakennuksia, puita, asuntoautoja, kaikkia söpöjä, nättejä, jännittäviä asioita matkan varrella.
    Tää matka tosiaanki näyttää ottavan enempi aikaa mitä kuviteltiin, mutta ei meillä tarvi mihinkään kiirehtiä.
    Soitettiin just Zoom puhelu autosta muiden Eurooppalaisten bisneskumppaneiden kanssa ja se oli siistiä! 😊
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  • Day2

    Campingplatz Louvarel

    July 30, 2020 in France ⋅ ☀️ 18 °C

    Pünktlich um 12 Uhr sind wir gestern im Campingplatz in Louvarel angekommen.

    Die Fahrt war sehr entspannt ohne Stau.

    Ein sehr schöner 4 Sterne Campingplatz mit einem See und Pool. Für einen Zwischenstopp in den Süden perfekt. Vielen Dank an die Familie Guse für diesen Tipp 😃👍

    Die 3 Km um den großen See nutzen wir gleich um den Hunden die nötige Bewegung zu gönnen und uns natürlich auch.

    Ein Bad im kleinen Badesee und im Pool verleite uns schon mal das richtige Urlaubsfeeling.

    Nach dem Frühstück und der Gassirunde werden wir dann entspannt die Reise in die Camargue fortsetzen.
    (Bilder folgen sobald die Internetverbindung wieder besser ist)
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    Sandra Funke

    Sieht echt schön aus! Ich wünsche euch eine wunderschöne Reise!

    7/30/20Reply
    Konrad Buck

    Vielen Dank 😃👍

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  • Day19

    Doubs zwischen Schweiz und Frankreich

    July 14 in France ⋅ 🌧 14 °C

    Und wir mitten drin. 😃

    Ab Mittag wechselte der Weg immer mal wieder zwischen Frankreich und der Schweiz. Außer ein paar Schildern haben wir nichts davon sonst mitbekommen.

    Erstaunlich war, die Schlange und die Eidechse, die sich beide im Grad zu sonnen schienen.

    Der Weg führte nun nicht mehr ganz so oft auf direkter Wasserlinie entlang und wir konnten etwas zügiger gehen. Sogar eine Hängebrücke war da.

    Die letzten Kilometer waren zäh: Es ging lange fast geradeaus und sehr viel über Asphalt. Auch setzte wieder Regen ein und wir mussten die Regensachen wieder anziehen.

    Als wir dann ENDLICH nach Gourmois kamen, waren wir 9,5 Stunden unterwegs. Unsere längste Tagesetappe bisher.
    Hungrig, erschöpft und mit schmerzenden Beinen waren wir froh, als wir die Brücke und unser Hotel sahen. Die Brücke teilt sich zwischen den Ländern und der Doubs wechselt einfach mal wieder hin und her.

    Nun haben wir wunderbar zu Abend gegessen: Forelle aus dem Doubs, und sind froh, dass es nur draußen regnet 🙃😀.

    Morgen gehen wir mal nach Frankreich 😀.

    PS: Martin, ich glaube, du hättest hier ganz viel Spaß und Freude. Die Region ist sehr berühmt für den wunderbaren Fisch hier und es gibt einen der ältesten Fische hier, den Apron. 🎣
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    Christiane Wilde

    Hallo Ihr Wanderer, einen sonnigen Tag heute, ohne Regen und nasse Füße

    Ohne Steinchen im Schuh

    Vielen Dank, liebe Christiane. Leider ist Dauerregen, aber dennoch trockene Füße - wir sind hierherliefen 🌧🌫🤗

     
  • Day7

    7. Etappe - Chalon-sur-Saône

    August 22, 2020 in France ⋅ ⛅ 23 °C

    Heute haben wir Paris in Richtung der Weinregion Burgund verlassen. Auf dem Weg zu unserem heutigen Ziel sind wir durch viele kleine romantische Dörfer gefahren. Eigentlich haben wir auch zahlreiche Weinberge erwartet. Aber offensichtlich sind wir die einzige Route in Burgund gefahren, an der kaum Wein angebaut wird.

    In Chalon-sur-Saône angekommen bauten wir unser Zelt auf. Ab jetzt heißt es wieder Camping und Selbstversorgung😊
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    Barbara Bachmann

    Ein Leben wie Gott in Frankreich 😜

    8/23/20Reply
    Ursula Maas

    Ich schließe mich Barbaras Meinung an!

    8/24/20Reply
     
  • Day19

    Tag 19 / Goumois

    July 14 in France ⋅ 🌧 14 °C

    Die letzten Kilometer wird es dann auch noch regnerisch und wir sind gezwungen unsere Regenponchos rauszuholen.

    Im Hotel du Doubs haben wir ein schönes Zimmer. Das Hotel selbst gleicht einem Museum. Nicht nur im Gastraum oder auf den Fluren findet man verschiedene historische Uhren auch in unserem Zimmer haben wir ein Exemplar davon.

    Das besondere beim Abendessen ist das Dessert - Omelette flambée! So etwas Leckeres, auf der Zunge Zergehendes - habe ich noch nicht gegessen.

    Aus unserem Zimmer sehen wir auf die Brücke und auf französische Seite von Goumois.

    Der Ausblick auf morgen verrät wetterseitig nichts Gutes. Es wird wohl wieder ein sehr intensiver Regentag werden. Für diesen Fall werden wir uns für eine 2. Nacht im Hotel du Doubs entscheiden.
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    Michelle Mildner

    Bonjour en france et beau temps!!!

    Heiner Mildner

    Das macht dick!

     
  • Day19

    Tag 19 / 30 km entlang des Doubs

    July 14 in France ⋅ 🌧 13 °C

    Der Tag begann wetterseitig freundlich in St. Ursanne. Wir werfen noch einen Blick zurück auf diesen Ort, der uns 2 Tage beherbergt hat.

    Dann beginnt eine abwechslungsreiche Wanderung durch das Tal des Doubs. Neben überschwemmten Wegabschnitten, überklettern wir vom Sturm umgemähte Bäume. Es ist eine besondere Landschaft, wo man der Natur nah, wie selten, ist. Wir sehen u.a. Schlangen, Eidechsen, Reiher, Milane, …

    Was wir momentan nicht sehen, sind Kajaks und Kanus auf dem Doubs. Auch der Fährbetrieb bei Tariche ist eingestellt. Der Fluss ist randvoll und schiebt sich derzeit mit einer unbändigen Kraft durch dieses Gebiet.

    Kurz nach Soubey wird der Doubs dann zum Grenzfluss. Frankreich ist ganz nah!

    Nach insgesamt 30 km erreichen müde unser heutiges Ziel - Goumois.

    Seit wir in Pforzheim loswanderten, haben wir nun 359 km zurückgelegt.
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    Heiner Mildner

    Sehr schön!

    Christiane Wilde

    Sehr verwegen, aber glücklich❤️🍀

     
  • Day1

    1. Stopp in Dole France

    August 4, 2019 in France ⋅ ⛅ 30 °C

    Nach 6 1/2 Stunden haben wir unseren 1. Stellplatz erreicht, war in Deutschland doch mehr auf der Autobahn los, als wir gedacht haben.
    Jetzt erst mal etwas Pause machen und dann mal sehen ob wir noch eine Strecke fahren.Read more

    Konrad Buck

    Kirche in Dole

    8/4/19Reply
    Konrad Buck

    Der Stellplatz direkt an der City

    8/4/19Reply
    Konrad Buck

    Pause im Grünen hinter dem Womo

    8/4/19Reply

    5 Wochen... Ein Traum...

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  • Day28

    Besancon

    July 13 in France ⋅ ☁️ 15 °C

    Nachdem es auch heute morgen wieder geregnet hat, bin ich ohne große Umstände aus Bourg-en-Bresse abgefahren. Auf dem Weg hat sich das Wetter dann etwas gebessert, zumindest wurde es trockener. Um noch ein paar Schritte zu machen, habe ich einen Zwischenstopp in Besancon eingelegt. Nach dem Tanken den Bus gleich in der Nähe stehen gelassen und schnell mit dem Rad in die Innenstadt. Hier wird unterschieden zwischen"centre ville" und "coeur de la ville". Alles klar, also durch das coeur bis zur Citadelle. Ganz nett hier. Cachetechnisch zwar nicht so das Highlight, aber das historische Zentrum war sehr schön. Der Abstecher hat sich auf jeden Fall gelohnt.Read more

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Bourgogne-Franche-Comté, Bourgogne-Franche-Comte, Borgogna-Franca Contea