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.

So, how was it? Two recumbents in Andorra.

With only about 40 kilometres cycled, Andorra was the smallest country that we crossed on our trip. But it was also the one where we crossed the highest altitude (this often surprises people, as they think that the Andes must have been much higher, but in fact the mountain passes in the southern Andes are not very high), and a country where we hadn’t been before. And even tiny countries deserve their own blog post, so here we go! Continue reading “So, how was it? Two recumbents in Andorra.”