After the fiasco with the wheel bearings, we spent the night at La Bergamina hotel near Goldwing Point. It was a very cool older hotel but mostly frequented by the locals. We were VERY out of place, but it was interesting watching the big families, couples and business parties share their time. One interesting icon in the lobby was this! I thought of Chad in the Clear Lake Group.
After Milan, we moved onto Grenoble. We didn't do the route we were planning, since that road was snowed in and closed. But, the ride was nice up to Grenoble, plenty of switchbacks and sweepers, but we are almost to the point of every road now is great riding, but we can't do it all. Some of this might be nice to come back too when it is time to focus on one area. Didn't really stop, just enjoyed the ride. Our Hotel in Grenoble was really not much to write about, but we did have a nice walk out to dinner of Tapas and Wine.
The next day, we took a chance on a little hotel in the city of Ganges, France. It turned out to be a very nice experience. Roads were good, the town was nice and the people enjoyable. Here's our little hotel.
The city center full of people. Our only issue once again was language. French isn't our forte!
For dinner, we wound our way to a small restaurant off the city center. Good food and the teenage daughter did an excellent job translating for us.
The next day we were on our way again. Each day seems to start excellently; the roads enjoyable, the weather perfect. Then we run into some obstruction for which we have to find our way out. It's all part of the adventure.
Roads like these seem to go on and on forever and are located all over Europe. Throw a dart at any place in the Alps or Pyrenees and these roads are there.
A little later on that same road looking back. You can see the road coming up my side of the mountain if you look closely.
And I am not exaggerating when I say, these roads are everywhere. A different road later in the day.
You do have to contend with multiple use byways.
A little higher mountain pass with lots of switchbacks.
We spent the night in Andorra, which it turned out is pretty much a ski resort. The entire country. The hotel was nice, but deserted. Most restaurants and other things were not open or not very well stocked. Pretty country, but mostly geared to the skiers.
Here's a random picture outside a gas station after we entered Spain. For an old bike it still looks pretty good. And by far it gets the most stares and then comments when people realize the plates are from Texas. They don't get much of that over here.
In Spain, the first stop was in the town of Teruel. This was somewhat comical. The town is predominantly a walking town with some consideration for vehicles. This is our Hostal.
I very much enjoyed my stay there. But getting there was no mean feat. Here is a copy of our tracks getting into and out of the Hostal LOL.
I am sure we should not have been in many places we were. We crossed this main plaza to get to the point where the picture of me above was taken.
Today, we ended up in Jaen, Spain. But not without more trials and tribulations. This time it is Chuck's bike ...