After a night of thunderstorms in urnieta and too humid to sleep we are feeling pretty exhausted. Then there was the long train rides where we were almost denied our bikes on (some how we charmed one of the station guards who argued our case in loud french to the grumpy train guard) then hours of riding in baking heat from pau until we reached the relief of the mountains. And that view as we rounded the bend, wow green rolling hills, the terracotta roofs of a valley town and a blue snowcapped peak behind.
I nearly didn’t come out, I have my whole life to be a granny when I return home, sometimes experiences have to be grasped with both hands. It’s an amateur choir, singing African and french songs, it makes me smile and reminds me of my own lovely mum and her choir back home. On the street some dreaded up hippy types are juggling, one of them is completely disgusted whenever anyone drops a skittle. The sun is setting over the mountains, so nice.
