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Orne

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  • Day23

    Cycling to Bagnoles de L'Orne

    September 12, 2017 in France ⋅ ☀️ 16 °C

    After initially riding through even more natural park we came across the very imposing Chateau de Carrougues. It was certainly something worthy of further exploration, so we left the road and ventured inside. In the meantime David and Carol had remained behind at our lunch stop to try to put some more charge in Carol's battery. When the battery was finally charged they somehow managed to ride right past the Chateau without even seeing it.

    After walking around the Chateau we resumed our ride to Bagnoles de L'Orne. When we arrived we were somewhat surprised to find that the town was a huge tourist resort, complete with casinos and many large hotels. Our hotel bore the rather strange name of Spa du Beryl, but we were very happy to discover that it was quite a luxury establishment. Maggie and I were even more thrilled to find that our room was one of those that faced the beautiful ornamental lake. The views were spectacular. We could almost pretend that we were wealthy.
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  • Day20

    Nogent le Rotrou to Belleme

    September 9, 2017 in France ⋅ ☀️ 15 °C

    Most of today's ride was through beautiful natural forests. The big problem was that the road was always going up and down. It was never horizontal. The undulations were never ending and the women were soon complaining that they all wanted ebikes. That left us with a decision to make.

    When we stopped for lunch at Preaux-du-Perche I looked carefully at the GPS track for the rest of the day's ride. It was then that I made a startling discovery. The route proceeded in a huge loop, before returning almost to the exact spot where we were eating our lunches.

    I suspected that there must have been some good reason why the organisers had wanted us to take such a huge detour. The women were not convinced. After a brief discussion (and a lot of foot stamping tantrums), the women all made the decision to take the 200 metre shortcut, while the men all rode the hilly 30 km diversionary loop.

    I led the reduced peloton up into the mountains. The women sat in the sunshine, waiting for our return. Although I was expecting to bring back news of some amazing sights, what we did find was forests, lots of forests. There were no huge castles, no cathedrals, not even a museum. But there were hills, lots of hills.

    The men pedalled on, wondering why they had been so duped. We puffed our way up hills, then huffed our way up more hills and finally chuffed our way down a short downhill. We finally stopped the bikes in the middle of a lovely treed place and started to talk. It became a great time to share our thoughts, without any interruptions from the women. Although the castles did not eventuate, the "male bonding time" in the forest almost made the hard ride worthwhile.

    Some hours later we made it back to Preaux-du-Perche and rejoined the (well rested) ladies. The reunited group continued the hilly ride to Belleme, where we spent the night in the Normandy Country Club. Unfortunately this was situated on the top of the highest hill in the entire region. The strenuous climb to the hotel consumed what small amount of stamina we had remaining. It had been a long day on the bikes (and much longer for some than others).
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  • Day21

    Cycling the Voie Verte to Alencon

    September 10, 2017 in France ⋅ ☁️ 16 °C

    One of the best features of exploring a country by bicycle is that you never know how each day is going to turn out until you have lived through it. Due to the serendipity of travel, you could actually do the same trip over and over again and every single time would prove to be quite different. This fact was illustrated in yesterday's ride.

    As we rode out of Belleme our legs were all weary because of the hard day of hill climbing we had experienced on the previous day. For some riders it was clear that another hill could be enough to break them into little pieces. We rode out of the Normandy Country Club in the middle of a thick fog and were immediately riding up a long hill. Oh dear. Fortunately the good night's sleep and a big evening dinner had replenished their energy and no one was complaining. At least not yet.

    We stopped for a little while to explore and photograph the beautiful town centre and then pedalled off on our way. Up another big hill ! We soon found ourselves riding through a beautiful beech forest and we were immediately captivated by the sheer beauty of the place. While we stopped at the side of the road a passing van driver pulled over to say hello (or actually Bonjour, since he spoke not one word of English).

    The next ten minutes or so were spent in a wonderful conversation where we told him that we were from Australia and that we were headed to Mont St Michel. All the while his van was parked in the middle of the road, however the traffic was non existent so it made no difference to anyone.

    We finally parted with many smiles and waves and were on our way again. The simple encounter had sent everyone's spirits souring and the hills did not seem to matter any more. Even the light drizzle seemed like a blessing rather than a curse as it made the most peaceful sound as millions of drops gently fell from the branches of the trees to the forest floor.

    The road rose and fell for the next few kilometres until we reached a beautiful village, filled with flowers. We dismounted and entered a wonderful little inn where there was a roaring open fire blazing on the hearth. Around the walls were dozens of antique coffee makers of every possible shape and size. The owner welcomed us warmly and kissed the hands of the ladies. His coffee cost less that $2 a cup and his smiles were free.

    By 1 pm we were ready for lunch and found a delightful picnic spot by a lake. We unpacked our baguettes and made a wonderful feast of ham, cheese and tomato sandwiches. While all this was going on, Gordon's back tyre was quietly going down. This was about the fourth puncture that Gordon had suffered and he was getting a little sick of it.

    We set to work at the repair and inserted the undersized spare tube into the tyre, pumped it up and started to replace it on the bike. Pfffft - it went down again. Oh dear, no more tubes of that size, but we did have some better ones of the correct size. The only problem was that they had the thicker Shraeder type valves and would not fit the rim. I had a brainwave. Why don't we drill out the hole and make it bigger ? All we need is a man with a drill. Maggie and I picked up the wheel and walked into the nearby town. There seemed to be no one around. The place was deserted. We knocked on a door, no answer.

    We wandered further and eventually found a man fiddling with an ancient motorbike. "Bonjour" we said and then showed him the wheel. He smiled. We seemed in luck. He returned with a battery drill and a rusty collection of about 3 drill bits - none of them the right size. Nevertheless he was keen to help and set about destroying the rim with French enthusiasm. About 10 minutes later he had managed to enlarge the small hole to a ragged giant orifice. We thanked him and his wife profusely before shaking hands, saying Au Revoir and returning to the rest of the group. Soon the bike was reassembled and we were on our way again. Another magic moment.

    Most of the afternoon's ride was on a converted train line - the so called Voie Verte (Green Way). The path took us through the dense forest of the Natural Park of Perche. For many kilometres we were able to ride without meeting any other riders. It was a great time to simply enjoy the experience. Because it was an old train line, there weren't even any hills to worry about.

    Unfortunately the early morning hills had taken their toll on Carol's ebike battery and she ground to a halt with about 10 km still to go. We had no alternative other than to continue without her and then hope to arrange transport for her and her bike.

    The shady Voie Verte bike path seemed to go on forever but eventually we reached Alencon and found our hotel. We explained to the owner what had happened to one of our riders and he offered to go back to collect her. All we had to do was determine where she was. When we managed to contact her on the phone, to our amazement she was only a few hundred metres from the hotel ! Somehow she had used all her powers of determination to ride the heavy bike, without a battery, into the teeth of a rising head wind and arrive only a few minutes behind the main group.

    We were relieved to find our hotel was spacious and comfortable and our evening meal at the Relais D'Alsace was large enough to feed a much larger peloton. On the way back from the restaurant in the dark we had to work very hard to avoid accidentally planting our feet on one of the numerous large dog turds that were scattered liberally over the footpath. I think most of us succeeded. We retired to bed late but wonderfully satisfied.

    We were also greatly buoyed by the fact that tomorrow is a rest day. It will give us a chance to explore Alencon and catch up with our pile of overdue laundry.
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  • Day9

    La Michaudière

    June 15, 2019 in France ⋅ ☁️ 15 °C

    Í dag heimsóttum við hestabúgarð sem sérhæfir sig í stórum vagnhestum.
    Byrjuðum á að fá að klappa þeim. Risastórir ljúflingar.
    Síðan var borinn fram matur. Þar sem við tölum ekki Frönsku og engin talaði ensku þá vorum við ekki alveg klár á því hvað væri í matinn. Skildum þó að í forrétt gátum við valið á milli þriggja rétta, kjötpate, fiskipate og einhvers annars sem við skildum ekki svo við völdum kjötpate. Þriðji rétturinn reyndist vera einhverskonar pylsa.
    Í aðalrétt var að við höldum svínakjöt með kartöflumús og aprikósusósu. Með matnum var vatn, rauðvín og eplasíder. Það var líka fordrykkur á undan.
    Borðfélagar okkar höfðu mjög gaman af því hvað við skildum bara ekki neitt.
    Í eftirrétt voru ostar og cremburle.
    Eftir matinn var svo sýning. Þar sem þessir risa hastar sýndu alskonar listir. Einnig voru smáhestar, asnar og ein kom ríðandi á nauti.
    Stórgóður dagur.
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  • Day4

    Flers

    July 8, 2019 in France ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

    Lundi, 8 juillet 2019
    Une dernière visite chez “notre" patient, et ensuite c'est le départ en direction Nord. Alain attend les résultats des analyses et sa médication future pour rentrer demain à la maison avec Monique et les deux jeunes. Notre route passe par Le Mans et une trentaine de km plus loin, à Sillé-le-Guillaume, au bord d'un petit lac, nous découvrons une belle place pour notre picnic. La place de stationnement pour cc à La Ferrière-les-Etangs est décevante. Nous trouvons donc une dizaine de km plus loin, à Flers un mignon petit camping, équipé avec tout ce qu'il faut.Read more

  • Day15

    Das unbekannte Frankreich

    August 14, 2019 in France ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    Wir sind wieder auf dem "Festland". Zwei Stunden hatte die Reise gedauert und ist trotz ruhiger See für mich und Sonja einigermassen flau verlaufen. Von Fähren haben wir in nächster Zeit etwas die Nase voll. Nichts desto trotz fiel der Abschied von Guernsey schwer, wir haben die Zeit auf dieser wunderbaren Insel sehr genossen.
    Und jetzt? Direkt nach Hause? So wie Sonja dies bei ihren Trips zu tun pflegt? Nein nicht dieses Mal. Wir entscheiden uns für eine Auszeit der Auszeit. Also sozusagen Ferien in den Ferien. Warum ich dies so beschreibe? Schaut mal auf der Karte, wo wir gelandet sind :-) Irgendwo in einem längst vergessenen (oder noch nicht entdeckten) Teil von Frankreich. Genauer, im Regionalen Naturpark Perche. Kennst du nicht? Da bist du nicht der Einzige. Wir entschliessen uns, dort, eingebettet in grosse Wälder und eines grossen Pferdetreibens Halt zu machen auf einem kleinen Bauernhof, der ein (1) Zimmer zu bieten hat. Wir sind aber schon ca. 4 Stunden unterwegs nach der Fähre und fallen müde ins Bett. Am Folgetag besuchen wir dann die nähere Umgebung und finden die Schönheit dieser touristisch fast vollkommen vernachlässigten Region Frankreichs, wo es fantastische kleine typische Dörfchen, unglaublich guten Apfelsaft und mind. genau so gutes Rindfleisch gibt. Wir erholen uns noch etwas, ehe es morgen weiter zum letzten Halt in Dijon geht.
    Mein Highlight im Naturpark: Das Dorf Bellême, welches uns von der österreichischen Inhaberin des Zimmers empfohlen wurde. Wir haben den Rundgang sichtlich genossen.
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  • Day13

    Mission Mafia Style

    September 18, 2019 in France ⋅ ☀️ 12 °C

    Stelle das Auto auf mindestens 20cm hohe Betonblöcke. So hieß eine der Zusatzaufgaben. Auf dem Weg einen Baumarkt gefunden und kurz mal Blöcke ausgeliehen. Wieder einmal 10 Punkte gesammelt.

You might also know this place by the following names:

Département de l'Orne, Departement de l'Orne, Orne

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