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Saturday 07.05.2011 - we left Pamploma with the threat of rain hanging over our heads - literally! We decided to suit up just in case. After about 45 minutes we rode into sunshine and de-suited. Start again and after 5 minutes - rain again! Suit up (again) and continue up and over the Pyrenees for the 4th and last time.
We noticed plenty of walkers on the road, each with two walking poles and carrying a bag pack.
During one of suiting up/off stops we spoke to a French Canadian women aged 40-45 years and a young German guy aged about 25 who had teamed up during their walk.
They started yesterday and were walking 1000 km in a month deep into Spain staying at hostels and/or dormitories overnight and carrying their food with them that we bought along the way. The German guy had a bad case of the blisters and it was only day two!
There were over 150 walkers all following the same route, some starting out at 6.00 am with others setting off at about 8.00 am.
We also noticed many cyclists crossing the Pyrenees (puff, puff) and riding through villages. We prefer the motorised version of two wheels!
In the same village where we stopped and spoke to the two walkers, a six girls playing music that sounded like it was out of an American Revolutionary War movie with five playing the piccolo, one on drums together with the piccolo and one (obviously the non-musical one) on the tamborine.
The highlight of the day was the lunch break in a pretty French village.
French motorcycle riders have a unique and very pleasant way of waving to you when they overtake you; we call it 'Le kick'. They kick out with their right foot as they pass you as a way of one motorcyclist acknowledging a brother rider travelling along the same route as they are and both enjoying the freedom of the bike.
We reached Agen and could not find the hotel despite the best efforts of Tom who continually ran into dead end and one way streets in his desperate attempts to deliver us safely to our digs. Finally Kerrie alightened to seek out our hotel leaving Greg to detour up dead end alleyways until he finally gave up and ignored street signs and rode for 500m up a one way street to find Kerrie waiting patiently outside the Sim'Otel. After check in we found the view from the view fantastic - NOT! It was the gravel covered roof of the adjoining building.
After a walk around to explore and eat we discovered Agen was a mostly non-descript and very forgettable town and the next morning when mounting up the P-D we promptly decided that we would never visit Agen again.
We noticed plenty of walkers on the road, each with two walking poles and carrying a bag pack.
During one of suiting up/off stops we spoke to a French Canadian women aged 40-45 years and a young German guy aged about 25 who had teamed up during their walk.
They started yesterday and were walking 1000 km in a month deep into Spain staying at hostels and/or dormitories overnight and carrying their food with them that we bought along the way. The German guy had a bad case of the blisters and it was only day two!
There were over 150 walkers all following the same route, some starting out at 6.00 am with others setting off at about 8.00 am.
We also noticed many cyclists crossing the Pyrenees (puff, puff) and riding through villages. We prefer the motorised version of two wheels!
In the same village where we stopped and spoke to the two walkers, a six girls playing music that sounded like it was out of an American Revolutionary War movie with five playing the piccolo, one on drums together with the piccolo and one (obviously the non-musical one) on the tamborine.
The highlight of the day was the lunch break in a pretty French village.
French motorcycle riders have a unique and very pleasant way of waving to you when they overtake you; we call it 'Le kick'. They kick out with their right foot as they pass you as a way of one motorcyclist acknowledging a brother rider travelling along the same route as they are and both enjoying the freedom of the bike.
We reached Agen and could not find the hotel despite the best efforts of Tom who continually ran into dead end and one way streets in his desperate attempts to deliver us safely to our digs. Finally Kerrie alightened to seek out our hotel leaving Greg to detour up dead end alleyways until he finally gave up and ignored street signs and rode for 500m up a one way street to find Kerrie waiting patiently outside the Sim'Otel. After check in we found the view from the view fantastic - NOT! It was the gravel covered roof of the adjoining building.
After a walk around to explore and eat we discovered Agen was a mostly non-descript and very forgettable town and the next morning when mounting up the P-D we promptly decided that we would never visit Agen again.
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Sandy Wilson Hi there all well here. Now you are in my favourite part of the France. If you head near Riberac or Verteillac say hello from us. Our friends house is in a little commune called Flague near there. A lovely spot to vist is Brantome, but I guess you are heading to Le Mans. Hope the weather holds for you. Travel safely.