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Switchbacks and lovely bicycle ride to Perpignan and dogbite in Narbonne

June 7

I slept well despite a cold night. Outside half clody but I suppose the clouds will disperse in a few hours once the sun had a chance to work a bit. To Mont Louise isn’t far, just 45 minutes cycling and I will stop there for a breakfast

Switchbacks from Mount-Louise

I’m glad it downwards ad not the opposit because it’s not going to be flat before I arrives Canaveilles 20 km down. The chilly and cloudy weather has turn into luke warm and sunny.
The ride to Villefranche-de-Conflent was easy as expected. I turned into the town throug a huge and old stone gate. Still to early for most of the tourist.
I bought a beer at a small but exclusively decorated bar and sat down outside.

Stoped in Villefranche-de-Conflent for a cold beer

While I sip my cold beer with reverence, the sparsely populated streets become increasingly filled with tourists. It seems that Villefranche-de-Conflent is a popular village to visit, which also google informed me with…One of the most beautiful villages of France and a UNESCO World Heritage Site, but everything here is expensive, also my beer!

After 45 minutes it was time to continue. Weather still sunny and warm but now I got some tailwind so I could speed up a little. I passed many small and cozy villages, some og them lies beautiful along mountain slopes often with a church or a tower standing upp.

Saint-Vincent-d’En-Haut church in EUS

Rest of my cycling to Perpignan was both easy and warm and my legs was still fresch . I arrive into Perpignan around 5 pm.

I stop in the middle of town and after a busy street when I see a sign with the nice name Blues Brothers. Here I have a cup of coffee before I continue out of town towards Narbonne.
My route to Narbonne was planned with Maps.Me but I had some problem to find the cyclepath. I do a few laps around a roundabout before I saw  that there is a small gravel road on the right side of a guardrail.

The cyclepath is narrow and with gravel. Some part there has been a stop with the work of the cycle path and it is more similar to a stonepaved path.

Few km later I found a place beside the cyclepath where I could pitch up my tent under a huge tree  with gigantic tree crowns. Next to the tent is a large field of vines and I also saw the local wine harvester on the way home.

My tentcamp outside Perpignan

Today distance 106,5 km Travel time 05:40 h.m Total time 10:56 h.m
Max speed 48,1 km/h Medium speed 11,8 km/h
Max temp 41 °C Average temp 21,0 °C Min temp 10 °C

See yeah later
P-G
//The Global Cyclist 1719

By |2025-03-12T00:14:45+00:00juni 8th, 2019|Europe, France|0 Comments

My last cycling in Spain was tough and landslides caused a car accident

June 6

From my tentplace at Cal Rosal to the France border I have to fight 75 km,  but first I’ll need to make my way to Berga and have a late breakfast there.

6 km and 200 meters altitude difference later I cycle into a very steep town.

Berga town

It is small ,but at the moment it seems to be lively visited by tourists. I found a cafe uptown which also has tables across the street after a boardwalk. I bring my food bag with me and pick up bread, yogurt, cheese and ham.

While eating my breakfast I also check out the route to the French border andPuigcerdà. Over 50 km and 600 meters altitude difference I have to cope with. Gonna be a tough route.


Old houses in Berga

After about 30 km cycling towards the franc border It became a stop after the road. A landslide had caused an accident and the police stopped all traffic.

They urge everyone to take another way but for me as a biker I have to take a bus . I not allowed to cycle through the tunnels, but the busride was of course free of charge.

Lots of beautiful village after the road upp o Puigcereda, this village, with the fitting name ALP.

Two hours later the bus let me of at the train station in Puigcereda. After quick coffe break and a new navigation
check I’m on the bike again.


I did not know they played hockey up here. But a French guy told me that Puigcereda ’s hockey team is in the Spanish league!

Finding the route out of town to the Bourg-Madame, the first village in France. Then a long slope before I get into
Saillagouse. A new coffe break at a roadbar before next climbing up to the top, about 4 km.

In the slope down to the next valley I saw a service place with green spots where I could pitch up my tent.


Coll Rigat, my first tentplace in France

See yea later from France
 P-G
//The Global Cyclist 1719

By |2023-10-17T18:19:24+00:00juni 7th, 2019|Europe, Spain|0 Comments

Green House Hostel and a flight back to Sweden

8/917
After two rough days in Khorough and five more in Dushanbe, I still don’t feel recovered, and the medicine I brought isn’t enough. On top of that, the healthcare here in Tajikistan is nothing like what you’d expect in Sweden. I even went to a so-called health center in Khorough that others had recommended, hoping they might have some kind of miracle cure.

I showed them my inhaler tubes, but they hardly knew what they were for. After a brief examination, I lay on a wooden couch while a nurse connected a tube to my right arm. I assumed it was some kind of antibiotic, but later found out it was an electrolyte solution.
That was it—I left the health center only a little heavier than when I arrived, the liquid adding maybe a kilo or two. Two days ago, I finally decided that my health comes before my pride and I’m not risking further complications.

The last time I went through something similar was six years ago, that time caused by a cold. Back then, I couldn’t do any physical activity for almost three months, and it took another three before I could train fully again. These days in Dushanbe, Philipp, Beate, and I don’t do much. I mostly rest and plan for the trip home.

The flight from Dushanbe to Frankfurt leaves only once a week, so we have to wait. We’ve also been checking the cost of bringing bikes on the plane, getting different answers depending on who we ask.

Philipp and Beate at airport office

Philipp and Beate completely dismantle their bike after being told  that if it weights less than 7–8 kg,, it’s free, and the extra weight for the rest of the luggage costs less—making it a good deal for them. I pack my bike in a regular bicycle box someone left at the hostel.

Until the flight, there will be plenty of reading, TV, and rest, with some time for relaxing in Dushanbe.

Monument Istiklol Independence Monument, Dushanbe

 

Today, september 8th. The flight leaves Dushanbe at 22:20 and is scheduled to arrive in Frankfurt seven hours later. With the time difference, we land at eight the next morning.

Check-in is smooth. As soon as we lift off, I put on my eye patches, start the audiobook, and let go. Sleep comes quickly. We touch down in Frankfurt right on time. This is where my journey with Philipp and Beate ends. Philipp’s father is waiting to drive them home to Aachen.

I head in the opposite direction, alone, to find a train north—toward Malmö.

After some hassle and waiting, I finally get a ticket back to Sweden and reached Malmö in the afternoon. I check into the same hotel as after last year’s Turkey trip—Scandic Kramer, just steps from Central Station.

Philipp and Beate at airport office

Malmoe ans Scandic Kramer hotel

First thing, a long shower. Let the road wash off. Clean clothes. Then I head out for a ”walk about”slow walk nearby and a late dinner.

The next day, I take the train to Stockholm, and from there an SJ connection home to Örnsköldsvik.

I don’t think anyone really understands my frustration. I’ve poured so much time, money, planning, and energy into this dream journey—and it breaks apart because I didn’t realize dust could hit me the same way the cold does. That’s a hard thing to swallow.

Now I have to see my doctors, figure out what can be done, rebuild my strength. And then—when I’m ready—I’ll start again. From Khorog, via Osh and  through China.

Despite everything, I’ve been places and experienced things that most people never get close to. Those moments are mine forever. They stay. I was there. I saw it. I lived it.


See Yea Later
PG The
// The Global Cyclist now disillusioned Cyclist

By |2026-02-09T11:32:41+00:00september 10th, 2017|Central Asia, Europe, Sweden, Tajikistan|0 Comments

Long time since last blogg

When You reading this blogg  I’ve left Hungary for Romania and a new chapter in my cycling calender will be  started. I’ll never been i Romania with my bicycle Before,  so for me it’s exciting.

The first town I get into is Oradea and when I did that I realeased I been on my global journey now for one month and I still enjoy it.

Oradea Square, big, magnific and Clean. If You never visit Oradea make it tru. Because this town is an attration

My experience of Romania is that the people here are more friendly to those like me.

They are curious, questionable and helpful, but their language skills in English could be better.

Romania is also more hilly than Hungary, lots of slopes every day but it’s worth it.

My next stop for relaxing will be in the capitiol of Romania Bukarest were I also have planned a vistit at Swedish ambasey.I need a Swedish flag because I forgot to bring it with me Before I left Sweden.

Horses just before their work for today.This view is everyday for many in the Romanian l countryside. Everyone can not afford tractors

Romaina is beautiful, hilly and excating, Everything else is not true

Soon they may be three or more in the family. Too bad that our farm in Sweden does not provide space for these beautiful birds.

They were beeging for money and food and I feelt so sad about it, but they were glad and effervescent.

What can we do about it

Before Bukarest I took a trip to Bran a the castle were the myth of Dracula began. All stories about

Dracula is fairy tales but nevertheless exciting story.

Dracula myth began at this castel

Torture room , still going strong…? (pic)

Most of the stories about Dracula is fairy tales, but of course You must visit it.

I stayed in Bran and around the castle most of the day and I did not left Bran until 4.30 P.M

Curious, oblivious and very cute girl in Bran (pic)

Curious, oblivious and very cute girl in Bran. The father seem to be very proud over his doughter

The first two km out from Bran was easy but then a very steep and long climbing started

After 11 km uphill I stoped for water and just admire the view some was something very special

I love cows (pic)

Next stop in Bukarest at a hostel don´t worth the name. Bad service, loudly and dirty but cheep.

I found the Swedish embassy after 8 km Walking. Even though I arrived after closing time (open only  10-12) I get entered to embassy by a beautiful, dark-haired, nice Romanian woman who search up a Swedish flag among the belongings in the basement and handed it over to me.

Now I’m Swedish for real (pic)

Outside of my hostel window, there was a party and it’s bothered me all nights. That’s the price I have to pay if  I  choose a hostel like this

Two days in Bukaret is enough for me and then 150 km to the Bulgarien border. Quite easy ride, tailwind and fine weather.

Giurgiu is the Is a Romanian city on one side of the Danube which constitutes the border. and on oposite side is Ruse located

Some km frpm croosing Donau into Bulgaria ( pic)

Me, and the ladystaty at the entrance  to Giurgiu (pic)

Stalin build this bridge 1954 ( maybe not himself , but probably a number of underpaid workers) (pic)

Exactyl in the middle of the bridge between Romania and Bulgaria (pic)

Soon my sixth country whitin 6 weeks and Bulgaria will also be an experience for me.

See Yah from Bulgaria

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By |2023-09-25T19:40:39+00:00maj 26th, 2017|Europe, General, Romania|0 Comments

High Mass day in Făgăraş and a snail picker

May 7

 

Outside Arpasu de Jos I had found a quiet place to pitch my tent

The First I met next morning was a local man with a bucket filled with snails, maybe for selling them to the fancy restaurant in Bukarest, who knows ?

Did not say much, probably because he could´t speak english

It doesn’t look tasty… but at the fancy restaurant maybe

The weather is cloudy but warm and I have good hopes that the gray blanket of the sky wants to crack and become a little more sunny

My first stop this Sunday was in Făgăraş, lots of traffic and people time off from work everywhere in town. After the mainroad a café become my break. Coffe and navigation planning  and cross the street a magnificent  church or cathedral Outside people dressed up steps into the church for high mass.

In Romania Orthodox cathedrals is common and and they are majestic where they are standing, inside as well

After my coffee break I did those people company, visit the hig mass.

Well attended High Mass in Făgăraş 

I have never seen and experienced Romania from a bicycle saddle before but it has been very positive.
Romania is up and down, valleys, mountains, nice rural areas and cozy small villages and so far I´m  very pleased what I´ve seen.The time has past 3 p.m and now heading Codlea where I´m planning to stop for food shopping, I’ve run out of coffee and bread.

Last 20 km after a small narrow road to Zărneşti and then an even narrower and much more crooked road towards Tohanu Nou… but very beautiful.

Zărnești filed and soon for camp and only 7 km to Bran

Big green fields, majestic mountains in background and the sun is shining. Few km from Tohanu Nou on a small hill with some grazed sheep, an elderly shepherd and his dog become my tentplace for tonight.

Tomorrow not more then 7 km to the castle Bran… and count Dracula

See Yeah
// P-G

 

 

By |2023-09-25T19:41:24+00:00maj 14th, 2017|Europe, Romania|0 Comments

Easy cycling and curious gypsies

May 5
I left hotel Deva early forenoon heading my next major goal, Bran Castle and count Draculas domicile. Maps.me has calulated around 275 km cycling and 600 altitude meters which mean that around 10 am, may 8 should I be there .

The first daycycling was quite easy, flat and long straight distances through agricultural areas and small cozy rural villages.

Gelmar, one of many small rural villages

In Sebes I stoped for coffe and some navigation search then further east. Just I left town it
began to drizzle and then more heavy rain and I was needed to change to rainwear.

When I passed a parking pocket by the road I stayed for more navigation check. I became immediately but kindly surrounded by a group of gypsies and their children.
They were curious about me but mostley at my bicycle and the GPS on the handlebar and I felt a single second of inattention and my GPS would be gone.

They also begged for money

When I stopped, I was immediately surrounded by curious children… and adults too!

In Romania, the Roma are very vulnerable, a majority live in poverty and the discrimination
against them is obvious… despite the fact that we have reached the end of the 2010s… deplorable!

An hour later I steered my bicycle off road and pitch up my tent in a field and protected by some bushes.
The rain has stopped, thanks for that

See Yeah later
// P-G

By |2023-09-25T19:43:26+00:00maj 13th, 2017|Europe, Romania|0 Comments

Bran Castle but Dracula wasn’t home

May 8

My mobile buzzer calls 07.00, and awoke with something of a shock. I have sleept like a log and drowsy I draw up the canvas zipper and the first thing I see is a dog face 10 inches from mine looking at me with curious eyes…

When I woke up and open the zipper…what a surprise… (:-))

What a surprise?
I wondered what he was thinking…

– Daddy…it does´t look like a normal sheep…ehhh… What to do?

He, yes it wa a male, was very kind and constantly wanting to be cuddled. After a while he left and I could start with breakfast.

An hour and a half later I arrive Tohanu Nou and a sign told me to turn right to the castle. The traffic on the narrov road was sparse, maybe due to the fact that it was normal working day and the tourist season not started yet

Two day and a forenoon cycling I´m in Bran, but first some coffe then a castle vistit

But closer I get into Bran village the crowds became larger, especially in front of the café and bar, not to mention the Souvenir Shops, like dime a dozen selling knick-knacks… ohhh…puh.

I parked and locked up my bicycle then visit the café for coffe, blogwriting and checking out all the tourists who are crowded outside.

A cute 3-4 years girl did me company

By |2023-09-25T19:44:15+00:00maj 10th, 2017|Europe, Romania|0 Comments

A leisurely day among old houses and Fortress visit

May 3 – 4 – 5
Toaday a day I´ve planned to do as little as possible, just load my internal batteries and my legs.

Breakfast was serving on the entrance floor. The tables were covered with white tablecloths and the breakfast options are ample, just to my liking.

I sat quite a long time enjoying the English version of the breakfast, scambled eggs, bacon, mushrooms, sausage. That´s what I call a brekfast for a touring cyclist, maybe not so wholesome.

Then up to my room preparing my vist at Deva fortress. Rucksack, mobilephone, camera bag and citymap with road description to touristinfo office from where the funicular up to fortress starts from.

Today, a day when I will do little as possible, load my internal batteries and my legs.

Breakfast is serving on the entrance floor. The tables were covered with white tablecloths and the breakfast options are ample, just to my liking.
I´m sitting quite a longtime enjoying the English version of the breakfast, scambled eggs, bacon, mushrooms, sausage. That´s what I call a brekfast for a touring cyclist, maybe not so wholesome.

Then up to my room preparing my vist at Deva fortress. Rucksack, mobilephone and camera bag. Citymap with roaddescription to touristinfo office from where the funicular up to fortress starts from.

Outside the weather was cloudy but warm, and the rain was hanging in the air. My walkabout through Devas old town district and parks after narrow streets and alleys.

Up there was my goal to day, Deva Fortrest. The street and resaturant I visit later in the evening

Fourtyfive minutes walking along small and narrow alleys I stod in front of tourist office, bought a ticket and picked with me some info material about the fortress.

Ceatea fortress and funicular from below The funicular car was made for 6-8 persons and it was steep, very steep up to the very top.

 

Fortress is crying out loud to be restored and thus regenerated.

Watch your self (New)  Deva fortress restoration

To watch something from above gives you another perspective about a city

Down below and in the neigbourhood hosts the Father of Heaven

Almost same way back and now the weather become more lighter, thiny small scratches in the heaven  shows light blue sky

Some statue of famous person from the region/county. Nadia Comăneci Romanian retired gymnast , five Olympic gold medals

Back to my room, shower and clothing thats fits my restaurant visit to night. Outside the dark has settle down and the air littlebit cooler.

Colored water action

Tomorrow a new day and on my bike again, heading castle Bran and Count Dracula’s domicile

See yeah later
// P-G

By |2023-09-25T19:44:55+00:00maj 10th, 2017|Europe, Romania|0 Comments

Transylvania and Breakday in Deva

May 3 – 4 – 5

The first thing I did when the alarm called 07:05 was to open and see how the weather looks like. The sky was mostly light blue but down the village lies fog closed over the houses.

My tentcamp in Groși

So today it will be warm and probably more sweaty then before. I was not in a hurry so I took it easy, Eat breakfast and inspect the surrounding fauna.

Nice flowers, but unknown species to me

At ten o’clock I sat up on my saddle, first 12 km descent on a bad and bumpy road which is also lined up with road machines.

My first stop today becomes at a gas station in the village of Vârfurile for hygiene needs and get rid of some rubbish.

Next stop in Brad, look up a café and asked kindly for hot water which I also get. In my handlebar bag I have some bags of espresso coffe. I could also connect my Huawei to their WiFi network. Before I left Brad I bought another gasbottle.

Now I’m in Transylvania, Count Dracula’s county and home. If I’m lucky or maybe unlucky I might see him, othervise I need to wait until I come to Bran and his castle

Transylvania is his home

To Deva and a hotel is about 2 and a half hours of cycling and the first 10-12 km up and down, thereafter quite easy cycling.

Entering Deva before 18.00 and no problem to find my hotel, Hotel Deva. Already planned for tomorrow’s activity.

While As I cycled towards the city, I saw a tourist-information sign below a very steep funicular. I stopped for a few minutes and got some info about the funicular end destination.

I´ve booked two nights in Deva and felt satisfied with that. When I checked in I got a promise to park the bike at a hidden place in the reception, but my bags had to follow me up to the room. A shower and new fresh clothes and I was ready for a dinner restaurant somewehre in the neighbourhood.

See yeah later

//P-G

By |2023-09-25T19:45:30+00:00maj 9th, 2017|Europe, Romania|0 Comments

My first tough climbing

May 2

My sleep has been good and today, 2 May my first goal is Beiuş 40 km away.

View from my tent camp in the morning

Need a new sim card for my old cell phone I luckily had brought with me,  and also a new butane / propane gas bottle which is almost has running out for the camping kitchen

Now the summer has come, despite early morning. I can ride in shorts and short-sleeved shirt and I like that.

A sad sight in front of me between Brătești and Răbăgani  stopped me, a dead collie lying on the road. A it seems he had been lying there for a while and no one wanted to know anything about the dog either.

Today early fornoon , a sad sight. A dead collie on the road. I stopped to bury him

I found a small shovel and buried him on a grassy place by the side of the road. It is deplorable that no one in the vicinity showed any concern.

I entered Beius  just before noone, lots of people and traffics, seems to be a busy town at the moment.  I bought a new simcard at Orange, a new gasbottle to my camping kitchen and a lunch.

Some hours later I was om my saddle again peadling after small roads through rural villages.

In Cristio de Jos I did my last stop before my camp and stopped ouside a local grocerie shop which also worked like a meeting place for the locals.

My last stop before camp. A local grocery shop, bar and local meeting point

Three tables and a TV hanging on the wall above the pay desk. At one of the tables sat some villagers and chat while watching TV. I bougth some groceries and bread and then a cup of coffe and sat down beside the door. One of the men at the other table asked me with a mixed of english end romania where I was going.

 – I´m heading f0r Deva…

They laughed and shook their heads and gestured with hands and arms that it was very uphill and they said in chorus

 – Good luck … 

From here and now the challenge of today began.

The road wound like a serpentine uphill with steep precipices to my right and dense forest on the other side.

Roadworks had been started at some parts. Five – six km up then about two easy km to my camp.

Tired but satisfied, I got my reward on the top, the view down valley was magnificent… gave me Goose bumps,  Really

Just before 8 o’clock pm, two hundred meters from the road out in a field overlooking Groși down belov, I camped.

 

Pretty tough climbing before my tent camp

Next day, my third in Romania I´m plamming for a break in Deva before I visit the castle Bran where Count Dracula has/had his residence.

Before I fell asleep, I started my audiobook app, as I alway don every night and continued to listen Leif G.W´s ”Kan man dö två gånger” (Can you die twice) about Police commissioners Evert Bäckström and his exploits.

Has reached chapter 24 or 25.

See Yeah from Deva

// P-G

 

By |2023-09-25T19:46:16+00:00maj 8th, 2017|Europe, Romania|0 Comments
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