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The last of France.
Vaison-la-Romaine, where I spent the last night, puts an end to the lowlands I’ve had to cross: the easternmost side of the Roussilion. Thence, and heading to the rising sun, the ground gets slowly higher in altitude, starts rippling again … Continue reading
Lost in wilderness.
Let me say in advance that this “lost” is a figure of speech, mainly to make the title look more attractive; a bait, so to say. Yet some of it is true. As I was saying in the previous chapter, … Continue reading
Devil's Bridge.
The idea that my head had more or less been giving shape during the previous days was to reach Italy through the Alps trying to avoid when possible the busy Mediterranea seashore; actually, trying to cross when possible the less … Continue reading
Andorra: a large shopping mall.
When you come to think of it, you can’t but get surprised by the amount of wrong certitudes we take for granted, unmodified, along decades and, often, along our whole life. Ones more relevant than others, of course; many of … Continue reading
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The Pyrenean route.
The Pyrenean Route (actually, and literally translated, Pyrenean Axis) is the state road which, under different numbers and across different regions, runs roughly parallel South of the Pyrenees mountain range; and it’s a great motorcycle route that, with a good … Continue reading
A place called Javier.
There’s only one hundred fifteen kilometres from Olite to Jaca, but it took me a whole day’s ride. I travel slowly and I stop wherever my eyes and my heart take me. Or – well – kind of: the places I’m … Continue reading
The blind sun…
The second day of my journey to nowhere starts with a little start: right before getting on the motorcycle, I panic because I can’t find my cellular on me. I go back to the hotel and set everyone on alert … Continue reading
Episode 4 (2nd part): Jökulsarlón, a visit to the dawn of time
When the traveller driving south from Egilsstadir along the famous Icelandic Hring Vegur (the Ring Way) reaches the solitary mountain pass dividing the northern and southeastern basins, there appears before his eyes a magnificent view; but also a dismal one: … Continue reading