We fuelled up right away and made our way to the Prehistoric park. It didn't open till 10am. Given the weather, we decided it wasn't worth waiting 30 mins, so we hit the road.
It wasn't long before we were climbing some very twisty and very steep roads, not unlike those Sanch moaned about yesterday, except these were narrow too. I could hear him in my mind, cursing. I have to admit, they were extra challenging in the wet and was glad myself, when we got back on a wider, smooth carriageway.
This is the Pyrenees though, so you are not far from a twist and a climb and so it was, we were up and down for mile after mile. Check out the D44 road on google maps.
In the heat of this tour we've sought sanctuary and a drink, in petrol stations. We had no such need today though. Just as well, because those were pretty rare. A call of nature was required though, so I stopped at a supermarket, only to find it closed for lunch. We pressed on to a petrol station 10 miles up the road. Unbelievably, that too was closed. There was nothing left but to nip behind a bush, with the usual pallava where waterproofs are concerned.
Pretty fed up by now, we pressed on. In this last stint we had both our high point, literally and our low point. The high was riding a couple of sections of the TDF (Tour de France) course, particularly the Col du Tourmalet, which took us to 2115 metres, into the clouds and to our low point, 10.5 degrees. Brrr!
As I write, Sanch is freshening and probably warming up. It is still raining and the cloud is obscuring the mountains around us. Like I said, what a shit day.
Rain, rain, rain.
You have been lucky to have had only one day like this whilst away.
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