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  • Day46

    Perros-Guirec, Brittany

    June 16 in France

    This lovely town is on the Northwest coast of Brittany, called the Pink Granite Coast. Along the way we saw rocky inlets from the sea. A lot of condos are in progress, with great sea views, and old homes are being restored.

  • Day46

    Low Tide in Perros-Guirec

    June 16 in France

    The tide was out, and it was a weekend, so people were on the beaches, making sand art pictures. Of course, they will only last until the tide comes in! It was mesmerizing watching them work, and probably a meditation for them to do it.

  • Day14

    Loudéac, France

    June 14 in France

    I decided to check out the trail again, hoping it would be dried out enough. It was, and I spent a blissful, meditative 75 miles rolling through the french countryside, sometimes singing along loudly to music, sometimes enjoying the silence. Occasionally i popped into whatever tiny town was nearby for a snack or water

    It's been a very long time since I challenged myself this much. Even on a straight, flat, trail, 75 miles is a lot. I've been riding almost non-stop since Sunday, taking breaks for sleep and wine, but to cover all the miles I really need to push, not relax. I can feel my brain rewiring itself. It's like, "is this all there is to life now?"

    And, the thing is, for now, yeah, it kind of is. And it makes me feel a little crazy, the lack of company and the lack of every-day tasks. In a way it feels like a sensory deprivation chamber. In another way, my senses feel overloaded.

    Sometimes I wonder why I do this. Like, when it's raining and I'm cold and tired and have to sleep on the ground. It's not because it's fun. It's just because it feels like living.
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  • Day14

    Last campsite

    June 14 in France

    It just didn't seem worth it to set up the tent when I really only wanted to rest for a few hours before setting out on my last day as early as possible. Luckily, rural bus stops make great napping spots! It was very cozy and there weren't even any spiders 👍

  • Day94

    In Which the Tables are (Over)turned

    September 17, 2017 in France

    Day 27 of 2017 European ride turned out to be one of the best days we have had so far. The rain has abated and we were all able to ride out of St Malo in fine and sunny conditions. This area is famous for its huge tidal surges and impressive waves. The entire waterfront of St Malo is protected by a massive stone wall which extends far out along the coast. This wall provided the perfect path to begin our ride.

    We then proceeded past the massive Citadel of the "old city", made famous in the novel "All the Light we Cannot See". After the cold and wet of the past few days it was delightful to be able to savour the sunshine and ride to the accompaniment of hundreds of Atlantic seagulls. It did not take long for the spirits of our riders to soar and the recent challenges were already starting to fade into vague memories. (Actually at our age, memories of most recent occurrences quickly fade into oblivion).

    Although St Malo is an apparently very old city, it was actually almost completely destroyed by allied bombing and shelling in WW2. What you see now is mostly a reconstruction of the original buildings.

    The ride followed the Rance Estuary for most of the day and we were able to see the rapid flow of water as the tide turned. There is actually a large tidal power station built here that harnesses the power of these supertides. This was built back in 1966 and at that time it was the world's first tidal power station.

    A short distance further up we stopped to examine an old building and discovered that it was a flour mill that had been powered for hundreds of years by the rides and only stopped working in the 1980s. We happened to arrive just in time for a local historian to give us a complete tour of the 4 story structure and its workings.

    The ride itself was flatter than some of our recent days but still had a fair collection of climbs that served to get the heart beating heavily. For the four ladies of the "electric peloton", this gave them repeated excuses to roar past the rest of us who were still battling our way to the top of each climb. Sometimes the thought of an ebike does seem very tempting.

    The final 10 km or so followed the bank of the Rance and was one of the most beautiful bike paths I have ever had the privilege to cycle along. This took us all the way to the amazing historical city of Dinan. This spectacularly well preserved city is packed with beautiful half timbered buildings, some dating back to the 15th century. The biggest challenge was wheeling our bikes up the rough and steep cobble stoned streets to our hotel, which turned out to be situated in the highest part of the town. Maybe what they say about pain might actually be true. And in case you don't know what they say, it goes something like this "Pain is weakness leaving the body".

    It was only much later in the day that things really started to heat up and I experienced something I had never seen before. Our restaurant for the evening was the "Fleur du Sel", only a short walk from our hotel. Our group of 13 was welcomed at the door by the tall owner with the incredibly deep voice and we were ushered to our seats in the rear room.

    Although the Ghostriders were obviously the guest of honor and had been allocated the largest table, there were also a couple of smaller groups of French speakers in the same room. Over the next hour or so the noise level and merriment in the room grew steadily, along with the temperature. The thoughtful host/owner then obliged by opening a high window to let the evening breeze in.

    This was a kind gesture but it sent the temperature of the room plummeting. One of the Frenchmen at the next table decided it was time to show his ingenuity and bravery by closing the window. Since it was too high to reach by hand he started poking at it with an iron rod. His antics were greatly egged on and cheered by us. He started to get bolder, reaching higher and higher in an attempt to close the window. The cheering grew louder. Maybe we should have realised then that this might not end well, but we didn't.

    The Frenchmen's friends upped the ante by lifting him high above the table to poke the window from a better angle. He almost succeeded, but just as we all started to clap loudly, disaster struck. The large fellow toppled over and fell right into the middle of their table. The table collapsed and the guy fell right into the middle of a confusion of broken glasses, wine, food and cutlery. The whole place immediately fell silent. The floor was strewn with broken plates and the remains of the owners finest glassware and cuisine. The broken table lay in pieces. The owner came back in, looked at the carnage and he might have said "Sacre Bleu", but I think it was more like a string of French oaths. Everyone was embarrassed. It certainly was memorable. The food was a little delayed but our desserts were excellent and the owner's fury did seem to abate a little as the night wore on. We certainly won't forget it in a hurry.
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  • Day23

    Foreign france

    May 8, 2017 in France

    We have made it, sorry for the delay in posting hope no one was worried about us, but this is France and we arrived on a Sunday afternoon and then Monday was a holiday so no internet till today. Also more importantly for us no showers till now so a bit pongy but as we're in France I dont suppose anyone but us noticed.
    For any boating types following this, the trip took 7hours from St Sampsons harbour to Paimpol harbour, conditions perfect as we didn't want to have to use the sails. Saw dolphins and gannets on the way.
    Sadly both cats were seasick and felt very sorry for themselves, but they appear to have got over it now and are talking to us again. Weather is OK but not brill, lovely sunsets but overcast most of the time. No definite next port yet but perhaps Perros Guirec for a night and then Trebuerden, (not sure about spelling).
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  • Day4

    Dienstag, Tag 4

    May 1 in France

    Heute begannen wir den Tag sehr langsam. Nach dem Ausschlafen wurde gefrühstückt, wir checkten im Internet weiter die Gegend, aßen Mittag und machten uns anschließend auf zur Cote de Granit Rose. Dort angekommen liefen wir am Meer entlang und bewunderten die im Sonnenlicht orange rosa leuchtenden Steine. Es war trocken allerdings sah es aus als würde bald Regen aufkommen. Die Wolken zogen sich zu. Unser ursprünglicher Plan war es, einen geeigneten Platz zu finden, an welchem wir im Sonnenuntergang Bilder vom Leuchtturm und den davor liegenden Felsbrocken machen könnten. Da an der Sonnenuntergang erst um 21 Uhr dreißig Uhr zu erwarten war, gingen wir in den Ort zurück und wollten dort möglichst früh Abendessen. Die Lokale im Ort hatten entweder noch geschlossen oder ausschließlich ihre Crepe Karte ausgelegt. Wir erhielten den Hinweis, dass das Lokal gleich schließen würde oder erst um 19 Uhr fürs Abendessen öffnet. In einem Lokal konnten wir mit Kaffee im Biergarten auf die Öffnung um 19 Uhr warten. Da dies jedoch noch über eine Stunde hin war und der Himmel sich weiter zuzog, was keinen grandiosen Sonnenuntergang mehr versprach, brachen wir ab und fuhren nach Hause. Hier kochen wir uns etwas Leckeres zum Abendessen und beschlossen, an einem anderen Tag mit guter Wetterprognose erneut abends an die Küste zu fahren und unsere Bilder zu machen.Read more

  • Day70

    Nochmal Frankreich

    June 17 in France

    Um viertel sieben bin ich aufgestanden und habe gefrühstückt. Um sieben waren wir dann auch da. Ich musste mich erstmal orientieren und entscheiden, ob ich einem der drei Radwege folgen möchte, habe mich dann aber dagegen entschieden. Ich folgte erst einem kleinen Landstraße, kam irgendwann doch nochmal auf den ausgeschilderten Radweg und schließlich auf die D712, der ich die restlichen 110 km folgte. Diese war auch sehr ruhig, da direkt daneben eine Bundesstraße verlief, die den ganzen Verkehr anfängt.
    Der Zeltplatz, den ich mir rausgesucht habe, lag fast am Atlantik. Es war alles etwas heruntergekommen, ich habe allerdings auch nur 6€ bezahlt. Und trotzdem gab es alles: kleine Küche, Sanitäranlagen und WLAN!

    Strecke: 136,11
    Fahrtzeit: 6:08
    durchschnittl.-Geschw.: 22,59
    max. Geschw.: 65,40
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  • Day40

    France, Mont St Michel

    July 17, 2017 in France

    Well, we certainly weren't disappointed. The advice had been to get there early as it is apparently the 2nd most visited tourist attraction in France, and so looking at 50k drive we left about 9am. The forecast had been for a fine day of 27 degrees but when we left it was a very foggy 19. It is quite well organised - you arrive at a large car park with visitors centre and can walk the 2.5k's to the Mont or take a bus type thing or horse and cart. We walked. All the better to take some absolutely stunning photos. We arrived at low tide so got the full vista of the Mont surrounded by sand. And it really is everything I expected it to be. Once you get there it is quite small, all narrow winding cobbled streets leading to a very steep straight up hill walk to the abbey which has had pride of place at the top of the rock since about the 12th century. There is some outstanding art work in quirky places throughout the abbey - I particularly liked the big gold dragons foot gripping the top of one of the battlements, and the large eagle trapped in a stone cloister. There is not much village to speak of, what was there is now a conglomerate of very touristy shops and some food places. Roge spied a lovely looking restaurant on our way in and very fortuitously booked us a table for later. Who would have thought it would get so crazy busy?? It was a good thing we were ready to leave when the crowds were at there worst. The fog had cleared and it had got quite hot by the time we had to walk back to the car - we got a whole different set of pic's on the return trip.Read more

  • Day39

    France, Dinan

    July 16, 2017 in France

    We left Amiens in plenty of time to have a nicely paced drive to Dinan to meet the host at our cottage between 2.30 and 3.30. What we got was an absolutely bloody nightmare of a drive, not realising that with Bastille Day on Friday everyone, and I mean everyone, in France had decided to hit the road for a long weekend and they all heading in the same direction as us. Every other autobahn and autostrada we have driven on have a very modern and efficient approach to collecting tolls - you either buy a toll pass and stick it on your windscreen and get zapped as you through under a camera or, as in Germany they're free. Not so in France. Apparently, and i don't know how true this is, the different departments in France couldn't agree on a national system as they were all fearful of loosing money so there are tolls booths at the beginning and end of small stretches of autostrada. You have to pay, or get a ticket for the next stretch at each of these points. An extra two hours was added to our trip. We finally arrived in Dinan and after a bit of confusion (sometimes the GPS is really bloody unreliable) we found the cottage and it is delightful. Right by the edge of the river and close to the Port of Dinan. There is quite a bit of history to this town and we made the decision to sleep in and just explore Dinan on our first full day. Dinan was originally a trade village and an important strategic and defensive post back in the 1500's. It is known for its half timbered houses, well preserved castle wall and castle and keep, abbey and medieval town. It is quite steep (very) leading up from the port through narrow little cobbled streets. It is also very heavily tourist -y here, most from over the water in England. Man they can whinge, but enough of that, I could go for ages on conversations I've overheard and then I'd start to sound whingey. We walked up to the castle, walked the wall, went into the castle, and were lucky enough to be here for the annual Harp Festival. I can see why it never really took off as an instrument. I'm pretty sure there wouldn't have been much heading banging or mosh pits going on back in the day. Had a great lunch at a restaurant serving sea food given we're only about 10k's from the coast just about everyone serves moules (mussels) at the least. Tomorrow we are off to the second most visited attraction in France - the Mont St Michel. We have been advised to get there early to avoid the hordes. Can't wait - this is on my bucket list.Read more

You might also know this place by the following names:

Département des Côtes-d’Armor, Departement des Cotes-d'Armor, Côtes-d'Armor, Aodoù-an-Arvor, Costas de Armor

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