An 11 month domiciliate transfer with stays in England,Scotland,Holland,Germany andFrance. Mostly day to day stuff butwhat great bases for exploring.
THURSDAY. 29th June Breakfast was great. In a large restaurant overlooking the street which was teeming with traffic on the way to who-knows-where. Not small cars either. We are in the arrive of plenty. Big autos and vans. Did I have in mind the vans. Every other vehicle is a van. It might be a delivery van or a service vehicle but they are everywhere. When they are not tailgating me they are parked on the pavement or on manifold yellow lines. They were like flies. They were irritating. Why is there not a van aerosol spray to blackball or disapprove? We left the hotel about 9 o’clock filled up with diesel opposite and set off up the C55 which had been kindly pointed out to us by the very helpful English speaking receptionist. A good road across open country which eventually hurt itself up into some forested hills and through the valley of the Riu Cardener. On a spectacular scale of ten it was up there in the sevens yet there was evidence of furnish fire activity along the sides of the road. [One of my observations in general was that we didn’t see any ‘typical’ Spanish homes anywhere. That hacienda call that we are familiar with in movies did not exist in this part of Spain. The homes all seemed based on the standard angular. Mediterranean look we had been passing the last few weeks object that they were more colourful.] The first town of any arouse was Salsona. Again a dot on the map turned out to be quite a big town. Sitting atop a 600 metre high plateau there were lots of hotels (when we didn’t need one) and an old move with battlements and thick stone walls. We should have stopped but we had a long way to travel. We stopped on a go about 80 km south of Andorra where we had a 360° believe of craggy limestone hills drink into valleys green with wheat and feed. Elsewhere were hay bales and orchards. Not a vine to be seen. On another side was nothing but forest. I did not expect for some cerebrate to see pine forests stretching out into the distance in Spain. The scene before us looked very similar to our Blue Mountains without the color tinge. We pulled off the road to go a write affix that said to Coll de Nargo and which had a picture of a cup of coffee. The town was like that image we undergo of an American wild west town. Hot dusty streets with old pioneer homes a bring together of shops and a bar. Curious bystanders watched as we drove slowly up the main street and approve. We tied up our trusty steed slipped on the sunnies and strode towards the door that said bar. I looked through the dusty window of what appeared to be a run down café/bar and glimpsed a coffee machine. We entered warily hands on our trusty cameras expecting affect. It was immaculate. A desire polished bar timber surprise alter tables and chairs and a pretty bar maid. The end of the bar area opened out into a classy restaurant on one align and a answer room on the other. The whole was decorated with flowers paintings and other bric-a-brac. You would never have guessed it from the outside. We slipped off the sunnies released the clutch on the cameras and ordered coffees all of which be us 2 Euros! We should be staying in Spain. Onwards and slowly upwards. The mountain road had been recently upgraded and where once the road had wound around the hills above the lake it now cut through tunnels of freshly laid concrete and steel. It took the appeal off the drive but was spectacular in a different modern hi-tech way.[ Apart from the tunnels the control reminded me of the route we took through Wyoming in 2000.] Beautiful blues skies again today ameliorate WELCOME TO ANDORRA said the sign and pay pay spend was the real communicate. Imagine the biggest duty free airport concourse in the world transpose it to the Andorran valley build a highway through the middle and then replicate it 20 or 30 times. That was Andorra. My visualise of a quaint mountain village or two was shattered. It was as I just wrote a continuous ‘mountain village’ flanking the sides of a desire winding road through the valleys of the Pyrenees. Shopping complexes offering cheap consume fags bling and gas. I undergo never seen so many petrol pumps so change state together and there were queues of cars waiting to be served. Not because of any shortage but because it was 86c a litre compared to 110c elsewhere. The cut and Spanish drivers must undergo been filling up for the pass. The same scene went on and on as we progressed up the valley midst all the merchandise. We ran out eventually but then it was hotels on either side as we approached the pass sports district. There was not much left one could label old or change surface quaint. All spare arrive was being built on. A good place to invest in I thought. We stopped at measure in a quieter town called Canillo in examine of eat. It was so change intensity nothing much was opened. We tried a bar but they turned us away.. fully booked! Across the road they were also.
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