{"id":2829,"date":"2018-06-14T14:18:50","date_gmt":"2018-06-14T11:18:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cap-travel.ru\/?p=2829"},"modified":"2018-08-17T16:43:06","modified_gmt":"2018-08-17T13:43:06","slug":"2829","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cap-travel.ru\/en\/blog\/2018\/06\/14\/2829\/","title":{"rendered":"3500 km across the south of France. A motorbike trip."},"content":{"rendered":"

Catalonia greeted me in an unfriendly way.<\/b> By noon the clouds approaching from the southwest had covered the whole sky and an unpleasant drizzle turned into a real downpour after lunch.<\/p>\n

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I passed another roundabout with wide plastic pedestrian crossing lanes. Suddenly the rear wheel slided on the wet markings, and a moment later my motorbike proceeded its movement forward lying on its side and rotating around its axis. Together with me. Okay, it has been a long time since I laid upon the asphaltlast! One car stopped two metres away and a driver got out of it and asked me something in Spanish. He must have offered help. \"Thank you, no need. Muchas gracias\", I answered, while getting out from under the motorbike. I threw the footboard back, lifted my \"two-wheeled friend\" and started it. In a couple of minutes I was already standing by the curb, examining the consequences of the \"somersault\" performed. <\/span><\/p>\n

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\"Well, I was lucky to get off that easy\", I was speaking to myself, while screwing the rearview mirror into its place. There were some cuffs on the protective arc, steering wheel and trunk left and I got a couple of bruises on my leg and on my glutes. But it's not a big deal.
\nI rode fifty kilometres along the seaboard enjoying the beautiful views of the rocky coast, coves, snow-white yachts and yellow sand beaches without a single tourist on them. Then the navigator led me to the mountains, where the ancient monastery of Sant Miquel del Fai is situated at the inaccessible rocks. That was the goal of my trip today. <\/span>I followed the serpentine and stopped at a fork. The purple stripe on the navigator display suggested going to the left, but there was also a road to the right, an abandoned ground one with a rusty barrier tightly closed. It seemed not to have been open for ten years or more. But I'm going not by car! So I carefully went the barrier around and started climbing over wet stones, puddles and mud up to the pass. \"I wish I had put the off-road tires on!\", I thought, while catching the rear wheel sliding on slippery rocks and wet ground for another time. As always, the shortest way turned out to be the longest and the most interesting one. The beautiful views from the top and, of course, the adventure itself became my reward!<\/span><\/p>\n

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