|Lost Boys on the Col de Mente|
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright -
After what seemed a week of endless overcast days at best, or pouring rain at worst, we finally awoke to bright sunshine and puffy cumulus clouds. Time to go for a bike ride!
A bit futher along the road and we were onto our last major climb of the day. This was the Col de Port.
I carefully explained in French that we were a group of cyclists who had come across an old lady further back on the road when the man looked at me and said, in British English, "You don't speak French, do you?", which took me aback a bit. Not wanting to point out that I was considered officially bilingual, I explained the situation. He asked: "Is she wearing a red jumper?" and when confirmed this he said he would look after things and got in the truck with the boy.
We blasted down through a series of hairpins and then some excellent straights. Our arrival in Tarascon was exhilarating, even though the last bit saw, unsurprisingly, yet another rain shower. But nothing would slow us down or trouble our high spirits at this point.
(Note: I have reconstructed the routes at www.gpsies.com but they are not always 100% accurate! My Garmin Edge will only hold 12 hours of data, and as I did not have a laptop to download it, I lost the maps for most of Hammer Week, but not the raw data of distance.)