Yes, but it was a close thing. We bagged our bikes in tarps. They were looking for professional stuff but the person called her boss who said it was ok. We had asked for two prior days of various people. We had to transfer to a regional train after the high speed. Michael got fined 20€ because he didn't put his disassembled bike (per high speed train specs) in the assembled bike space. Somehow Robin and I skated. It is rain again, et demain et demain prochaine.
We walked to the train station in Girona yesterday to discover how and if bikes can be taken. A RENF service lady printed out directions for the size. Again major disassembly. Three tarps bought in St Cyprien will hopefully be conjured into bike bags this PM. This morning we walked around to the massive farmers' market across the river. Bought food for lunch and more tape to make bike bags. Buen suerte!
It's 7 AM, in Figueres, as the bell near our hotel announced. We passed into Spain yesterday. I led Michael up a 17.5 % road and we quickly made a u turn because we had taken the wrong road. Amazingly the two of us found Larry at the border. It was marked by a pyrimidal stone where Robin who had been searching for us regrouped.
The Dali museum is up the street, apropos as the bike trip has been somewhat surreal. Breakfast now?
It's on the horizon, just a few kms away. But it's uphill to the border. We can see it clearly now the storm has passed.
We're near the border to Espana and will be there tomorrow. The wind and rain howled last night, flashes of lightning and thunder. We are camped in a condo at St Cyprien plage for the day, as we got soaked yesterday and needed a little drying. My phone was bizarre acting cause it got wet and hopefully it will work today.
Not much to say, no rain pants, some trepidation about riding in the potential heavy rain.
We are waiting at Lola's house in Durban de Corbieres for the rain so we can plough thru 40 miles of water on the road. St Christopher protect us! Oh that's ok he's not really a saint anymore, right?
The man examining my bike is a retired electrical engineer. We invited him to sit with us for lunch, but he declined saying he was a solitary spirit.
