Moto Naranja has been pulled out of mothballs, or maybe I should say cobwebs after spending a relaxing year in a shed in Grenoble, France. With a creaky start to my next adventure, due to a good dose of Covid, I felt a little like this old knight on his aging steed. South through France following the Trans European Trail ( TET ) I passed through Andorra into Spain where the windmills are now high tech wind generators.
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| Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité |
The first night on the road I spent in the little French town of Die, which some may remember was where I got to in 2020 just as the Covid epidemic started closing down the known world. In the shadow of the old church I came across this play being enacted and as far as I could gather it was something about that time in the late 18th century where they were lopping off aristocratic heads at an alarming rate.
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| Aermacchi Harley Davidson |
I found this old beauty in some French town. Aermacchi was an Italian aircraft company that built Harleys under licence.
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| The Maestrazgo Region of Spain |
It was great to get back onto the dirt roads with surprises around every corner and little villages looking like they were made for a movie set.
The sad thing was that many of these magnificent places were almost deserted, although it seemed that a lot of the buildings were well maintained.
This was a typical farm track that I found myself riding on in northern Spain -fun riding. All may seem idyllic in this agricultural region, however apart from olives the main product is Parma ham. Now along with delicious ham comes a malodorous bi-product that at times had my eyes watering which was just not so bueno.
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| Hotel Reina Cristina |
Just to prove that I do once in a while get a shower, here is a photo of an amazing old hotel I am spending a couple of nights at in Algeciras, Spain before catching a ferry across the Straits of Gibraltar to Morocco.
