We awoke bright and early on a sunny Sunday morning to set
off up the ginormous mountain overshadowing the house. With it being a
beautiful May morning, there were a few other cyclists out on the road doing
the same thing. The team splintered off as we all developed our own rhythm to
get ourselves up the hill. The awesome Uncle Bazoit (his new French name) was
up and down, taking photos of us all gurning as we worked our way up the
mountain. It was very hard work and
just kept going – relentless as Filipe had warned us.
We all made it up to the top to find an amazing view and
smug sense of satisfaction. Things got even better as we headed down the
mountain, flying past the other cyclists who hadn’t been quite so keen to get
up early and get on the mountain! That
descent was ridiculous – hard earned and amazingly good fun. Brakes were wearing out quickly, and we were
knocking on the door of 50 mph.
After some well-deserved lunch in Bedoin, we had a
relatively short journey to the beautiful Avignon where a very cold swimming
pool awaited some tired cyclists!
Route details can be found here; I’m really not sure how you
can recreate the experience of immense pain, so maybe you could just bang your
head against the wall for a bit and then jump out of a plane, followed by a
bike ride along a big river.
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