9 June 2017
We had breakfast on the French Riviera instead of on a boat in the eastern Mediterranean - the weather was beautiful, the sea calm and the views magnificent.
There were 730 km in front of us and we covered 450 yesterday. Knowing anything can happen, we didn’t make any definite plans - decided to ride and see how far we got.
We ripped up the auto-routes, arriving in Barcelona at 7.30pm.
There were problems, for example petrol stations on the auto-route don’t take foreign credit cards. To solve this we pulled off at Arles to have lunch, get money and fill up.
There was a price to pay both financially (tolls and petrol) and physically (where do I start - numb fingers, stiff shoulders, numb bums)
With 280km to go we started to see masses of motorbikes swarming down the auto-route, all heading to the MotoGP. We even stopped at a Moto Relais (a filling station specifically for motorbikes) just before the Spanish border and the buzz around that inspired us to keep riding, ignore the pain.
Our hosts at the BnB were surprised to see us as I’d emailed to say we were delayed and would arrive Saturday night.
Within 10 minutes of arriving, we were at a bar on the beach drinking beer and eating Galician octopus and grilled sardines. The sea was calm, we watched beach fishermen, locals playing beach volley ball, kids swimming, people drinking beer, laughing and talking - the strain of the gruelling ride started to slip away.