Motorbike trip to San Sebastian day six
It turned out the sprocket was fine but is wearing out, the bike’s chain needed lubricating (oil) to stop getting sticky. This bike was carrying a lot of (ahemm..cough) weight. I remembered from the last time I was here there was a garage and we found the owner Claud coming out who told us to ring him in the morning and he would give us some chain lube.
We stayed in the lovely Corine’s B&B that I stayed in last October, she’s warm and welcoming and her home is full of charm and character like her, I wanted Bikerboy to meet her. She’s the sort of person who will go the extra mile to make you feel at home. These are the sort of experiences that make a holiday for me, it’s the people who make it special and memorable.
In the morning Claud kindly gave us the much needed and appreciated chain lube and we set off on another epic journey, another 325 miles to go. We were heading North West of Lyon near a place in the mountains.
Bikerboy loved the roads so much around Cucugnan that he plans to bring his biker friends on their trip next year.
Back on motorway in the heat 37C…we started to melt like chocolate.
When it feels like a hair dryer blowing on you your throat gasps for water.
In this heat the GPS (using iPhone because proper GPS broke) inside the plastic covered case attached to bike, starts to overheat, goes into meltdown and turns itself off.
Oh service stations how I love you..not.
Trying to find something dairy free is not easy.
Bikers choice of beverages. Neither of us can believe people drink redbull for pleasure it tastes like cough syrup, but according to Bikerboy it’s done the trick for him even makes his bum more comfortable, that will be the wings I suspect.
I was suffering so much with my derrière that I bought this doughnut shaped toy to put under it.
This journey never ended. The doughnut was useless had to throw it away at the next stopping point.
At this point Bikerboy was struggling with the heat. I wasn’t helping by needing to stop every 70 miles to ease my derrière. He would like if we could do 100 miles before stopping.
I was trying to cheer him on by talking about the special place we were about to visit, Le Chateau, which we went to on our first holiday together 10 years ago.
Right let’s do this…we can do this, one more stretch, nearly there.
And then Lyon happen. Oh my god the place seems worse than London, traffic at standstill. We tried to get around it and kept meeting closures where the GPS was trying to take us. Roadworks everywhere.
Eventually we managed to get out of there.
Now to find fuel.
We found it, Bikerboy has a second wind because we are close.
And we are close…so so close but lost, we got lost 10 years ago too.
That’s it I’ve had enough my derrière can not take it any more, it’s had 9 hours!
I’m having a tantrum.
then after asking some nice folks in the village they said 7 kilometres à droit..
…and there it was in the distance the same view we had 10 years previous Chateau de Pramenoux.
This has to be one of the most glamourest B&B, don’t you think?
Tonight we dine on the terrace with the very charming Emmanuel who has been running this place for 14 years, and another couple staying, table d’hote.
Without realising Emmanuel puts us in the same room.