On arrive


On arrive. On arrive à la fin de notre périple. Un an après, on arrive prés de nos vieux amis, à notre appartement. Si on arrive à la fin de « chaque jour plein de surprises », on ne va pas arriver dans la routine et uniquement travailler. On va toujours arriver à trouver le temps de préparer notre nouveau voyage. Car on n’arrivera jamais à arrêter de rêver.

12’000 km over the border

Sometimes is when we don’t expect that we are mostly away from internet. We did the 12’000 km last 31.May, just on the border between Andorra and France. It was the same day we did the highest pass of our trip, 2’408 m, in Andorra.

We are now cycling through France, following the “gorges du Tarn”. See you soon!

Diary of last week VII

Today is Wednesday. Last night the ground was not even and we didn’t sleep well, despite the silence and darkness of the Dutch camping. Anyway, we got up later than usual and prepared a bacon and eggs breakfast (I must thank our warmshowers hosts in Agen for getting me having pleasure eating eggs!). Was already past eleven when we cycled to the next town to buy food for the day. The next thing was to dip into the camping pool to refresh, bake two breads on our stove and plan the route to Andorra. When the sun start to get weaker we drunk the remaining of our white wine bottle while preparing a salad to eat at sunset. It was the end of our stay in this wonderful camping, and the end of this “last week diary” experiment. Hope you liked it. Life is experimental.