Maloja Pass to St. Moritz

We had planned to get from Lake Como to Zernez in two days, but when we encountered the crazy gradients yesterday and cut our ride short, we realised we would need three. Today we decided we would go to St. Moritz, only a 35 km ride, but over 1000 m of climbing!

When we were sitting having breakfast a Swiss lady who we met last night came over. When we told her what we were doing she puffed her cheeks out and said “it’s even hard in the car!”, while doing a hand gesture of a twisty uphill snake. We were sure we would be fine though, we’d just had a delicious yoghurt and melon breakfast after all. We set off and were greeted by enticing views of the mountains. We found that the road was indeed like a twisty uphill snake.

Towards the mountains

Towards the mountains

Cool rock over the road

Cool rock over the road

We puffed along for about an hour before stopping for some left-over pasta outside a post office. Anna then broke the news that we’d travelled six kilometres! Ah well, only another 29 km to go! Better get on with it!

We continued grinding up the hill, admiring the views, and cursing the motorcyclists that kept whizzing past us, often too close and always too loud for comfort.

So many bikes

So many bikers – these were considerate ones!

We stopped after another 6 km for a snack. While we were eating, my bike fell over in the road after some more traffic had gone speeding past. I was not best pleased. When we started riding again I went off ahead of Anna and tried to work my frustration out on the next set of switchbacks. When I got to the top though I was still frustrated but now I was too hot as well. When Anna caught up we sat and chatted for a while and, feeling better, headed onwards.

Don't leave the bike there Dave!

Don’t leave the bike there Dave!

Soon enough the valley we were in basically came to a dead end. We looked at the sheer wall in front of us. Is that the road?? Yep, there it was, switch-backing up this insanely steep gradient for a total vertical gain of 250 m.

Er, are we going up that wall?

Er, are we going up that wall?

We started to work our way up. There were temporary traffic lights at the bottom, which gave us a periodic reprieve from the motorcyclists. It was really hard work, and as we gained altitude it started raining, although I think most of it turned to steam as soon as it hit us!

Chugging up the hill

Chugging up the hill

Forty minutes and four sore knees later we were at the top, taking selfies as a record of our achievement. Yay for us!

On top of the world (not literally)

On top of the world (not literally)

Haha bikers, you can't get us now!

Haha bikers, you can’t get us now!

View from the top

View from the top

We rolled on a bit further and had our last food stop round the back of a massive hotel that faced a lovely blue-green lake. Our view was of the car-park but we were out of the rain so we didn’t care!

Car park lunch

Car park lunch

We set out again along the shore of the lake, rejoicing in the flatness of the road. We whizzed along (compared to earlier anyway), and within another hour or so we pulled up at our campsite just outside San Moritz. This one costs almost 30 francs per night – we’re really going to have to re-think our budget here! On the plus side the campsite is lovely, the showers are really good and there is a nice little cafe serving tasty (also expensive) hot choccies.

Tomorrow we will DEFINITELY get to Zernez!

– Dave

Into Switzerland

Today we were heading for Switzerland! We rode around the rest of busy Lake Como, having to pull over occasionally to let traffic past. Then when we were waiting at a level crossing, we noticed a small side road full of cyclists… I checked the map and sure enough, it looked good!

We set off on the paved road and enjoyed 1.5km of peace, ahhh. Where we rejoined the main road, the cycle path carried on. But cycle paths are unpredictable (of surface, elevation and direction!), so we took the road. After about 100m we decided that we should try the bike path! It was quite busy and there was absolutely no shoulder, so the traffic was squeezing past pretty quickly. And a truck tooted us off the road at one point!

We ended up staying on the bike path almost all day in the end. It was lovely to be off the road and the scenery was great, but as predicted, it was quite unpredictable. We did a fair bit of extra distance and definitely lots of extra elevation gain.

We wound our way through little villages in the big wide valley, not gaining much height at first. After 20km, we stopped for first lunch by a big lake and after another 20km, second lunch in a cathedral. At the end of the first lunch stop, an argument was brewing… but resolved by the end of second lunch for a pleasant afternoon.

Lovely flat cycle path in the valley

Lovely flat cycle path in the valley

First lunch by the lake

First lunch by the lake

Second lunch spot

Second lunch in a cathedral

Then we turned off into a narrower valley and started the real climb. Straight away we were doing a crazy gradient on the cycle path. Huffing and puffing our way up, enjoying the views and the lovely weather. “At this rate, we’ll have climbed our 1000m for the day in no time!”, says Dave cheerily. But after a while, we went downhill for a bit, crossed the main road, and started going back up again! I can’t say I was particularly impressed. But it was still pretty and we had the whole path to ourselves, so there wasn’t too much to complain about.

Straight uphill

Straight uphill, but very scenic

On one particularly steep section, Dave said that the speed we were doing was as slow as he could go before falling off (5 km/h). Then we rounded a corner with me in front and I heard a thud behind me. The gradient had increased, I’d slowed down to 4 km/h and Dave had fallen into the fence! Oops!

Riding the switchbacks

Riding the switchbacks

After another grueling ascent, our lovely paved cycle path turned into a mountain biking trail and we went downhill trying to avoid the biggest rocks and dips. Losing another hard-earned 100m elevation was not what I wanted at that stage in the day and I was a bit grouchy. But then the path improved again and we were going along the roadside towards the Swiss border.

At a dam below the border

At a dam below the border

We crossed into Switzerland on the main road through the empty customs area, and the signs for the cycle path were no more. So up we headed along the road. It was crazily steep and we were inside a half-tunnel, freaking out that we were going to get killed. There wasn’t much traffic but whenever it appeared, it seemed to come from both directions at once!

We made it 3km to the next village and decided to call it a day. We found the shop, stocked up on strategic items (some stuff is outrageously expensive, so I guess it’s pasta pesto for dinner again) and went to the campsite.

The campsite is great, one of the best we’ve had so far. We’ve made use of all the facilities we’ve been missing, including picnic tables (with epic views) and washer and dryer for just £1. There’s a nice looking tavern over the road, we might treat ourselves to a pricey beer!

– Anna

Around Lake Como

We hit the road this morning interested to see Lake Como. We got straight into a climb along a busy road that wound its way through surburbia until we crested a hill and went through a short tunnel. As we came out the other side we got our first view of the lake. It was in between two houses but still looked pretty impressive!

First glimpse

First glimpse

We started a long twisty descent through a couple of small villages and we found ourselves on the edge of the lake. There wasn’t much time to enjoy it as the traffic continued to be very busy! Eventually we found a spot to stop, and took a few minutes to enjoy the view, as well as be confused by the school of large Koi carp that were mooching around just under our ledge.

Just chilling by Lake Como

Just chilling by Lake Como

WHY ARE YOU HERE??

WHY ARE YOU HERE??

We rode on, battling the busy traffic and trying not to be distracted by the lake for the rest of the morning and half the afternoon. Things improved where we hit a series of tunnels and were able to take the old roads by the lake while all the nasty cars took the new tunnels. Result. We had lunch in a brilliant little park that had working toilets (with toilet paper would you believe), as well as a water fountain and shady benches. Paradise!

As we got towards the north end of the lake, the traffic quietened down a bit and we were able to enjoy the views. They were great, there was always a new angle to check out, or something happening on the water to stop and watch.

Time to enjoy the view

Time to enjoy the view

Misty

Misty

Not a bike though is it?

Not a bike though is it?

Anna mucking about

Anna getting some peace and quiet

We had our pick of campsites for once, and we pulled into one in the early evening when we felt like we’d had enough. We were sickened one again by the new phenomenon we’ve experienced in France and Italy of having to pay for showers separately, but we managed to get over it and go for a delicious dinner of gnocchi and pesto down by the lake.

Aaah, time to kick back and relax!

Aaah, time to kick back and relax!

After dinner we headed to bed to try and get some sleep, but the German couple in the caravan next to ours have other ideas and have all their mates round for a loud card game and drinking session. The church bell next to the campsite also rings every 15 minutes for some reason, so hopefully our earplugs are good!

– Dave

Milano mechanics

I slept in whilst Dave diligently got up at 6am and started planning what to do about his bike.  So after breakfast, he set off to a nearby mechanic armed with a notebook full of useful Italian phrases!  And I sat down to catch up on some things at the hostel.

It was really nice actually, I got to do some writing and catch up with my school friend Michelle, who’s just had a baby!  Can hardly believe it!

When Dave returned, he told me that they hadn’t really been able to fix the problem, but it was working okay for now.  So that meant we could set off.  We loaded up and went in search of lunch.  We got some paninis then headed back to the ice-cream shop we’d been to yesterday – so good!  We sat outside the shop watching the crazy drivers at the junction.  During the 10 minutes we were there, at least five cars parked on the junction and several others reversed or turned around in the middle of the crossing.  Bloody pandemonium!  Oh, and a guy was stood on the top of a rickety step ladder loading the roof of his van in the road.  And pogo-ing the ladder along every now and again to reach further over.

Finally at about 4pm, we were ready to go.  The roads were busy and we set off slowly amongst the traffic.  Approaching a roundabout, the car in front of me didn’t set off when I expected and it was too late for me to stop properly – I didn’t get my right foot unclipped from the pedal in time and toppled over helplessly.  Doh!  Luckily I landed in an empty bus stop!  I bruised my hand stopping the fall but otherwise only wounded pride.

Back on the road, out of Milan and onto the horrible busy road to Como.  It really was awful.  The ‘scenery’ consisted of shop fronts, apartment blocks, traffic lights, building sites and roads.  We had to stop every two minutes for a red light.  And the traffic was crazy!  Sometimes it was so busy that we had to crawl along the side of the stationary line of traffic.  Or worst, wait in it.  Ugh.

This is what most of the ride looked like

This is what most of the ride looked like

So there we go, we did 41km of miserable road.  But when we got to the end, we could see the mountains on the horizon!

Oh look - mountains!

Oh look – mountains!

We stopped at a roadside campsite and went about the miserable business of sorting ourselves out for the evening.  It was almost dark by the time we were cooking dinner and we were both in a terrible mood.  When you’re not enjoying the trip, you start to wonder what the hell you’re doing it all for.

Late to bed, but at least with no fixed agenda for the morning.

– Anna

Milan!

When we came out of our tent this morning the chap in the bungalow across from us came over with two big biscuit-cake things for breakfast. Which was nice! We surreptitiously squirrelled them away for later and went to have brekkie with Gerard and Jean-Marie. Jean-Marie gave me a coffee and Anna a tea, and we had a nice morning chat.

We headed off to the station to buy our tickets a little ahead of the French guys, as Gerard had got theirs earlier in the morning. Anna queued while I guarded the bikes. There was a little boy of about 3 years old running around by himself in the station wearing pink flip-flops. I think he was one of the refugee’s kids. We played a game where he hid behind an advertising board and peeked out, and I was scared stiff every time I caught him looked at me. This went on for about 20 minutes, but I thought it was better than the other game he liked, which was hurling a plastic kinder egg across the station, and hitting me in the legs. No parents appeared during this time, and no other adults seemed interested. We were in the middle of a game of stamping on the ground and making a loud noise when Anna finished at the desk. She came over and opened up the bar bag with the biscuits in the from this morning. The little guy saw them and was suddenly very interested, so we unwrapped one and handed it over before heading off, leaving him happily munching away. He looked pretty well fed and awake so I guess he’s adept at charming tourists into feeding him! I hope things work out for him!

We had some time before the train so we went to get some food and check out the town. We found a great market full of fruit and veg, cheese, meat and bread. All we could want! There was one stand which was dedicated to dried fruit. Anna was very happy!

Great market!

Great market!

After that we went to the seafront and observed it cynically. The sun loungers are out on the beaches, with each bar having its own little fenced off bit of beach. The coastline would be absolutely beautiful, but it’s really over-developed, the same as we saw from the train in France. It’s a shame they didn’t know when to stop! God, we’re so stuck up these days!

Anna in between shaking her head at the beach

Anna in between shaking her head at the beach

We headed back to the station and found our platform. We were waiting to get on the train when another touring cyclist turned up. He’s a professional cycling guide, and he’s been on a short trip to check out a route that he will be riding with clients in September. Sounds like a great job! It turned out we were at the wrong end of the train so we rushed down to the other end to find Gerard and Jean-Marie were already there and getting their stuff onboard. Five touring bikes and luggage seemed a tall order but the guard’s van coped admirably!

It was a couple of hours to our change in Genova so we all spread out and relaxed, playing cards, reading or chatting. When we got to Genova we checked the boards and found our connection was at platform 18. One the way there however, the boards seemed to say it had changed to platform 20. So we lugged the bikes and bags up the stairs to platform 20 and waited. There were some nice flowers growing up the walls.

Genova station flowers

Genova station flowers

Hm, the board isn’t showing our train yet…..I glanced over at the board on platform 18 to see – yep, 13.44 to Milan. Argh! We had to get the bikes back down the stairs, across to platform 18 and back up the stairs! We managed it in time and stood there sweating, waiting to see which end of the train the bike van would be at. It turned out by the way, that platform 20 received a train FROM Milan at 13.44, and a train departed TO Milan from platform 18 and 13.44. Anyway when the train pulled in we all ran down to the correct end and got our stuff on before the conductor had a fit, and we could relax for another 2 hours!

When we got into Milan we went into the massive concourse, said goodbye to Gerard and Jean-Marie, and……where’s Anna? Nowhere to be seen. Oh dear. Cue 10 minutes of barging around the station looking for her (she doesn’t keep her phone switched on). Eventually she phoned me, and we had a mutually angry reunion by the ticket inspectors. Apparently she thought I’d finished chatting to the French guys so she just walked off. She thinks it’s my fault for not paying attention to where she’s going, whereas I’m sure it’s her fault for walking off without saying anything.

Grumpily reunited we went out of the station looking back at the ridiculously elaborate building, complete with giant rearing horse statues above the door for a quick piccie.

Milan station. Understated style.

Milan station. Understated elegance.

On the bikes and – oh dear. My bike doesn’t seem to freewheel any more. We attempted to inspect it in the shade of a large building but were shooed away to the other side of the street by a security guard. Friendly! Taking the back wheel off I found that the cassette wouldn’t turn freely any more. While I was getting all mucky Anna was finding us a bike shop which was only a kilometre away, so we walked over there. They didn’t speak English but they managed to get the guy from the furniture shop over the road to translate. Long story short, the options were to wait 10 days for a replacement Shimano component, or get it back tomorrow afternoon with a non-Shimano but compatible part. The quick option was €130, there was no price on the 10 day option other than “expensive”. I thought a quick call the Greg at Enigma Cycles (who built my bike) was in order and he confirmed that the options on the table were not good. Option one sounded like nonsense and option two was a rip-off and would invalidate the warranty. So instead we retired to “Hostel California” a few km up the road to consider our options.

Things looked a it brighter after a shower, and we went out for some food. We walked a little way and found a pizza place, where we got two massive portions of pizza and a couple of beers for €18. So after that we went for amazing ice-cream as well (when in Rome). We wanted to find a launderette, so we asked the girl in the ice-cream shop.She didn’t know, so immediately went and collared someone on the street to ask them. That someone turned out to be Macarena from Chile, who is in Milan to support her mother-in-law at the Milan Expo 2015. The mother-in-law owns and runs “Rancho Doña Maria”, a shining light in traditional Chilean cuisine, and they are both cooking and representing Chile at the Expo. Pretty cool! She obviously didn’t know where the nearest launderette was, but instead she took us to her hotel and charmed the concierge into letting us use the guest’s washer and dryer. So we sat for 1.5 hours while our clothes got cleaned listening to Macarena tell us about her home, the Expo and her time in Milan, accompanied by an extremely comprehensive series of photographs. Anna and I were both knackered after a long day and it was amazing to just sit and listen to Macarena talking with very little input required!

After we said goodbye we wandered home with our fresh-smelling laundry, and went to bed. After an email exchange with Greg at Enigma I decided I will take my bike to a different shop tomorrow to try and get something sorted out there. Here’s hoping!

– Dave

Train to Italy

We had planned to get the train from Perpignan to Milan in one day, but it seemed like it was going to be a long ride, so perhaps an overnight stop just across the Italian border was in order…

At 6:30am the alarm went off and we packed up in record time (yesss, 30 minutes!) to get to the station with time for breakfast before the train.  There were quite a few bikes waiting to get on, but luckily the train catered to our needs!

Horray for French trains

Horray for French trains

The journey would take us along the coast to Marseille, then Nice, then across the border to Ventimiglia in Italy.  It was a beautiful journey – we even went over the sea for a bit!  Nothing but water all around, the train tracks built on an artificial bank.

Train over the sea

Land ahoy

When we changed at Marseille, we had some time to spare and went outside to take a breather from the journey and the noisy station.  The town looked pretty nice in the centre, but apparently has lots of problems with crime in the outskirts.

Ten minutes in Marseille

Ten minutes in Marseille

The next train also had quite a few cyclists getting on but we all managed to squeeze in!  The other five cyclists were also touring.  We got chatting to a Chillean-French guy who was doing a holiday trip.  Then when he got off, we spoke to two Frenchmen travelling together.  They had a bit of English between them and we attempted some horrendous French.  We were all going to Milan, so were temporary travel buddies.  They were then heading to Venice to ride east along the coast through Croatia!

When we changed trains in Nice, we spent ages on the platform waiting for the delayed train, which then tried to leave whilst Dave and I were loading our bikes.  We had to hold the doors open to get in and the two French guys got left on the platform!  Oh, and there was nowhere for the bikes to go, so they were wobbling around in the corridor annoying the other passengers.

Stressful loading in Nice

Stressful loading in Nice

But it was a short journey and we ate and chatted then got off in Ventimiglia.  The two French guys were also there!  They got a later train and we somehow arrived at the same time.

None of us wanted to go any further that day.  The station at Ventimiglia didn’t give the best impression of the town.  The ticket queue was out the door, so we tried the automated ticket machine.  The first thing it said when we pressed ‘English’ was “Beware of pickpockets”.  Then we noticed a whole hallway in the station full of people sleeping on cardboard boxes.  And armed police everywhere.  We decided to head for the campsite.

The traffic in town was very… um… Italian!  Dave was a bit stressed out doing directions for the four of us.  We were all over the road, bikes and baggage, with mopeds zooming around and lots of rush hour traffic.  Not the best.

We got to a big roundabout and I was in front with Dave trying to tell me which exit to take.  Then we ended up on what appeared to be a motorway!  At that point, we were committed to carrying on to the next exit and I pedalled like mad in front, not wanting to stay on that road for longer than necessary.  When I got off the exit and into a nice safe hatched area, I looked behind and only Dave was with me!  We waited for Gerard and Jean-Marie to appear safely and apologised for taking them on a motorway.  Oops.

On the busy streets of Ventimiglia

On the busy streets of Ventimiglia

Then we had to take a detour back to the right road and found the campsite.  We checked in and asked the guy about the people sleeping at the station.  He said they arrived on a boat from somewhere in Africa and they wanted to get into France, but France wouldn’t let them in, so they were trapped in Italy.  Sounds awful, being stuck somewhere far from home, waiting for someone in an office somewhere to decide what to do with you!

The campsite was between a busy road and a railway, so we found a pitch as far from both as possible but it was still noisy.  We were tired and hungry and unhappy about the last two days.  Whatever happened to the peaceful Portuguese roads, the mountain scenery and cheap food?  Stupid tourist coast.

Happily we found a nice shop and stocked up on pasta pesto, cheese and bread for dinner.  The four of us ate together and had nice chats.  Jean-Marie works in a butchery and brought some of his own made cured sausage to dinner, which was delicious.

Dinner

Dinner time

A few beers later and we were ready for bed!  Another travelling day awaits… Ugh.

– Anna

Down the mountain

We slept well at camping ilisa and woke up refreshed and ready for a long ride. We took forever to get ready however, and started having niggly arguments straight away, not a good sign! I’m not sure what it is, but some days even though we are doing exactly the same thing as the day before,  we can’t agree on anything!  Perhaps we will solve the mystery by the end of the ride.
Ready to ride

Ready to ride

Anyway we set of into a set of uphill switchbacks which warmed us up but did nohing to cool the tempers and we bickered (with occassional truces) most of the way to Mont-Louis. Mont-Louis is a beautiful old fortified town positioned near the highest point of the pass we were travelling between the mountains. It has an intact town wall, although the moat has been turned into a bus-park for the tourists who come to visit.

Across the drawbridge

Across the drawbridge

Inside the walls we were disappointed.  We had been looking forward to a proper breakfast but when we got out of the bakery with our goodies it turned out we had bought the worst croque monsieur ever sold, and some pastries which, while not quite in the same league,  didn’t make us feel like we were in France, land of the patisserie. The roads were shocking, and the public toilet was a disgrace.  Absolute disgrace I tell you. There wasn’t even a sink. There was a fountain outside dribbling water into a manky pool. This was also the public drinking fountain (where we are obliged to get our water). It took about 5 minutes to fill two bottles, which was ample time to observe the crumbling beauty of the place. Sorry for the moan, I think this impression was a combination of being grumpy and having very high standards after our experience of Spain and Portugal where they really know how to do a drinking fountain. Forget lions’ heads on the pipes, what you really want is from your public fountain is: clearly visible, clean water, good flow rate and lack of algal and bacterial mats in the basin. Spain and Portugal, well done. France, could do better!

Coming out of Mont Louis we started down the French side of the Pyrenees. We had read that the mountains drop off sharply on the French side, but we were still surprised to see a sign promising us 12 km downhill at a 10% gradient. This is very steep for those who don’t know! So we put on the jackets, checked the brakes and started rolling!
The road here was great, wide and smooth with exhilarating sharp switchbacks. The mountain dropped away below us on the right, just past the road barrier. The views down the valley were beautiful and formed a potentially terminal distraction from the corners and the traffic! It was loads of fun and cheered us both up a treat. We decided perhaps France is acceptable after all.
Anna preparing to film the fun

Anna preparing to film the fun

The fun!

The fun!

After a few kilometres we got to the next village, where the wide smooth three lane road we were on turned into a rutted narrow road with tourist buses getting stuck on the corners and motorcyclists trying to weave through to save that precious 5 seconds of their lives. Mental, but this was true of all the villages on this descent. Don’t know why, seems an awful error.
We stopped for lunch at a layby which provided further opportunity for bickering as I complained that the spot I’d suggested 2 km back was way better. Not that helpful you may think, but I thought it needed saying at the time! Cheese and chorizo sandwiches improved the mood again though and we set out to enjoy the rest of the descent in happy camaraderie.
More people having fun!

More people having fun!

We went through a town called Prades, which must have been forgettable because I’ve completely forgotten it. The road was busy again and we were being caught up by the rain which we’d been running from all day.
We needed to stop for a wee and we saw a tourist info centre but when we got there, obviously it was shut. We were forced to micturate in a field like animals. We noticed the adjoining property had added 2 feet of white plastic to the top of their wall, and wondered if this was to block the view of desperate tourists relieving themselves. We slogged another few kilometres on the main road before turning off onto a minor road that would take us all the way to Perpignan.  Phew!
Anna had been leading the way for most of the day, taking all the wind and giving me an easy ride. Seeing the road was now flat and we had a  tailwind, I gallantly offered to go in front for a while. It was great! The road was straight and smooth and we opened it up a little, cruising at 30 kph through countryside and small towns. Anna was enjoying herself getting a chance to freewheel, and she said it felt like we were a team. I think this means she thinks i am usually a lazy swine!? Which is true of course.
Running from the rain

Running from the rain

In this happy harmonious state we pulled into a supermarket and anna went to get some bits for dinner while I sat around reading.There was a battered old camper van countaining a couple of guys and emanating a lot of smoke and techno in the carpark, brother tourers! We waved to each other and I was amused to see that when their mate got back to the van, which was facing the exit of the car park, they turned around to drive the wrong way out of the entrance. I don’t know if it was deliberate but I like to think so. Yeah, stick it to The Man!

After stopping again for a bite to eat we carried on our rapid progress and made it into Perpignan about 4 pm. We rolled into the tiniest campsite in the world, which looked like it was a suburban house plot with the house replaced with some tents. We set up and then went to the station to try to sort out tickets to Milan. It turned out we could only get tickets to Vetimiglia which is just over the border, from there we will have to deal with the Italians to go into Milan. Then it was back to camp for dinner, which Anna heroically cooked using a pannier for a table. There were no tables or benches at the tiny weird campsite. We have to get the train at 7.40 tomorrow,  so we need to pack away everything we can in order for an efficient exit in the morning. I think it will take 45 minutes to get out of here and Anna thinks 30. I think she’s forgotten who she’s dealing with, the King of faff!
 – Dave

Into France

After another late night chatting, we were still tired when we dragged ourselves down to breakfast at 8:30am.  Breakfast left a lot to be desired but I suppose it did the job and we set off in the late morning.  At the main road, we waved goodbye to Joe and he set off up the hill towards Andorra.

Bye Joe!  Happy travels

Bye Joe! Happy travels

Then Dave and I popped back into La Seu to get some bread and enjoy the atmosphere in town again.

La Seu

La Seu

We set off along the Segre river, which we would be following upstream all day.  The road was quite busy again but the views were nice and we enjoyed heading into the Pyrenees.

Along the Segre

Along the Segre

Gradually uphill all the way (with a few ups and downs thrown in!), we climbed to 1300m by the end of the day.  When the road went through tunnels again, we took the trusty disused old road and stopped for lunch in peace by the river.

One of the old roads was blocked off but we took it anyway.  There was a dodgy looking area of rockfall, which we passed quickly!  I guess that’s why they built the tunnel.

Lunch on the Segre

Lunch on the Segre

Danger road!

Danger road!

We were getting pretty tired towards the end of the day and the closer we got to the border, the worse the scenery became.  The natural landscape was lovely – a wide green valley with the Segre in the bottom, rolling mountains either side, and glimpses of  huge rocky mountains in the distance.  But the lower mountains had been deforested, the valley was full of ugly new tourist resorts and the road was really busy.  We found a couple of nice little diversions and witnessed the atrocities from afar.

Ugly tourist town

Ugly tourist town

Eventually we crossed into France.  There wasn’t a border, just a sign that said ‘France 1km’ then 1km later, the signs were in French.

We came out of the half-Spanish, half-French town and rode up a gentle hill.  Then I turned around and saw a storm coming!  We pedalled like crazy to try and escape the rain and stopped in a village to shelter.  But the wall of rain passed on the hills about half a mile behind us and we missed it, phew!

Quick, outride the rain!

Quick, outride the rain!

Then we only had 10km to go to the campsite, so off we went.  The lady at the campsite was lovely and we pitched up, sorted ourselves out and headed to bed knackered.

– Anna

Lazy ride to La Seu

After chatting to Joe we went to bed pretty late last night. We decided that today we would just do a short ride, which would give us time to catch up on everything we’ve ben neglecting the last few days. We were ready to go about 11 in the morning, and as Joe was going the same way as us as far as La Seu we decided to ride together. It was a lovely cool morning, we had a tailwind and it was great riding with someone else to chat to! We headed along the busy main road from Organyà, We climbed gradually as we followed the river through a mixed landscape of fields and occasional gorges.

Joe also favours riding in the middle o the road!

Joe also favours riding in the middle o the road!

Riding round another tunnel - no cars!

Riding round another tunnel – no cars!

When we got to Organyà we were hungry so went to find some food for lunch. We found ourselves in the middle of a tightly packed street market, not ideal for the bikes! We got some bread and went to sit by the cathedral. There was a medieval fair happening which gave us something to look at while we prepped first lunch. Just then it started to rain, and we had to leg it with sandwiches in mouths to shelter under a covered pavement. It was full of cafe tables and other people trying to stay dry, but we managed to find a spot where we could peacefully eat lunch and watch the world go by until the rain stopped.

Anna and I decided we would stay in Organyà to catch up with stuff, so we told Joe we were off to find a hostel. He decided to come with us, and we were soon in the Hostelling International hostel wondering why on earth there was no kitchen. It’s still a mystery. I kind of thought that was the pint of hostels! Argh I just remembered, the showers were also awful – you had to press a button which gave you literally two seconds of water. If you wanted something approximating a continuous stream you had to just stand there pressing and releasing the button with one hand while attempting to wash with the other. Terrible hostel.

Anna and Joe did a quick shopping trip while I sat around reading about people who live with no money. It was really interesting – it sounds like its definitely possible, but you have to have a very different mentality and basically no fixed timescales for anything. Not sure I’m ready for that yet!

Despite having no kitchen Anna made a delicious dinner of stew and pasta (mmmm), and we sat about chatting with Joe and drinking some suspiciously cheap (but tasty) wine. It sounds like Joe has had an interesting trip. Leaving Sheffield in January and staying in a squat in Barcelona left him with some great stories (and a few flea bites!). He also told us a hilarious story about his younger brother soiling himself while trying to force out a fart on a family caravanning holiday. Apparently his mother wouldn’t let thin throw away the pants as they were a present from an aunt. Sounds like a harsh regime!

We headed to bed feeling like we had had a nice relaxing day, but hadn’t really achieved the intended goal of catching up with all our admin. Ah well, maybe tomorrow!

– Dave

Forestry fun

Today was a fascinating day! We went with the students again, this time to a forest management project.
The area we visited was much higher than where we are staying in Alinya. Our ride for the day was a trusty Landrover Defender. We definitely put it through its paces grinding up the mountain on a rutted dirt track!
The camera is horizontal

Another pothole!

The project area used to be used for agriculture (growing potatoes and grazing) but now a lot of the land has been abandoned and with no grazing pressure the forest is growing back over the small areas of grassland.  That could be considered quite a positive development, but here they are not so keen on having unbroken wild forest. The Foundation that owns the land has started a project to develop the new woodlands into a commercial forest that will preserve some areas of open land, and provide job opportunities (as lumberjacks) for people at risk of social exclusion – mostly due to mental disability.
We learned that the project is run on a not for profit basis, but it is also unfunded. The Manager’s job is to ensure employment for as many people as possible, to preserve grassland areas AND to balance the books exactly – he can’t make a loss. Not an easy task when he is working with poor quality timber in a remote mountainside with only a gravel track for access! The one advantage is that the Foundation allows use of the land for free, reducing the cost base.
All this was explained to us, after which Anna dropped the question “so if it isn’t profitable, why not just leave the trees where they are?”. I was waiting for it, but still enjoyed it when it came. The answer was that the Foundation’s priority is people,  they want to use the land to provide opportunities for people to work, while managing the land in a sustainable way.
Anna seeking answers

Anna seeking answers

We could see that the trees we were standing under were only 50-60 years old. We learned from one of the Professors that Spain was mostly deforested during the days when Spain was a superpower (building the armada among other things), and that was only turned around beginning in the 1930s with a huge reforestation program, which even continued under the Franco dictatorship. So Spain has a lot of young forest but hardly any old growth. The forests are now expanding naturally; approximately 65% of annual growth is harvested per year, meaning 35% of annual growth is left standing. In areas like the one we were in, this is considered a problem because the forests are encroaching on grassland. The grassland areas that are being lost contain a different ecosystem to the forest – losing the grassland means losing biodiversity. Coming from the UK where we have entire national parks full of grass, the idea of preserving grassland is a bit strange. Me and Anna want to look up how biodiverse grasslands actually are compared with forests. We think forests are better, but lets run with it for now!
The Prof - loves grassland

The Prof – loves grassland

We went to an area where the lumberjacks had just been working. The Manager told us that in this stage they are basically clearing out the crooked or otherwise non-uniform trees to allow more space for the straight ones to grow – this will make them more profitable when they are harvested in 10-15 years’ time. The wood that is felled now will either go to the sawmills as lower grade timber, or be chipped and dried for use as biomass fuel. Only the trunks are taken, branches and needles are left as they are unprofitable, as a side benefit they return nutrients to the soil and provide habitat for other flora and fauna.
Work area

Work area

Approximately 50% of the standing wood is being removed during this phase. Apparently there is no need for replanting as regeneration occurs naturally, and the soil is fertile enough to cope with the removal of trees without becoming nutrient deprived. Not sure how long for though, and it wasn’t clarified at the time.

Walking back across the endangered habitat!

Walking back across the endangered habitat!

We walked back to see the logs being loaded onto a lorry for the drive to the sawmill. The loading was really impressive, the crane driver was working at super speed, picking up 6m trunks and stacking them neatly on the bed of the lorry. A lumberjack was simultaneously trimming the ends off a few trunks that would be too long for the sawmills. A whole lorry was loaded while we stood around chatting and admiring the old agricultural tractor that had been converted to drag the trunks to the loading area. The Manager told us that today the trunks were being sorted into 3 quality grades, but sometimes they sort up to 7 grades.
Loading up

Loading up

Learning about timber grades

Learning about timber grades

On the way back to our ride, Anna posed charmingly with this potato cave, which is probably hundreds of years old and still in good condition. The potato caves were used to store harvested potatoes and keep them cool and in good condition until the market price was right, then the potatoes were taken to market in the big towns in the valleys by mule. Some are still in use, although not on the industrial scale once enjoyed here.

Every potato shall have a home

Every potato shall have a home

Just after this the timber lorry came past, the driver probably dreading the tortuous road he was about to take back down the valley. Chatting to the Manager I learned that the timber on the lorry would be sold at about €80 per tonne, not much for all that growing time!

The next stop was the biomass storage and processing area. Here we learned that the trunks are stored whole for 7-8 months to dry before being chipped and sold in 1 tonne bags. The bags are sold for about €50 per tonne. The cost to produce a tonne is also about €50!
Biomass everywhere

Biomass everywhere

The storage area is on the north face of the mountain. It is situated to take most advantage of the the wind, in order to dry the trunks before chipping. Wood used in biomass boilers must be as dry as possible, to ensure efficient combustion. This site acheives a biomass humidity of about 22%, which is as good as it gets without artificial drying.

Here is the old storage method. It’s cheap but inefficient as you get higher humidity and you have to leave the bottom layer as it gets contaminated with soil.
Low tech

Low tech

Here is the new shed, the Manager’s pride and joy! It was pretty empty when we visited; apparently they rent a chipper for 4 days per year, which is enough to chip a whole year’s worth of trunks and fill the shed.
The Rolls-Royce solution

The Rolls-Royce solution

There is about 300 tonnes of timber in this photo. The chipper will go through this in less than a day, at a maximum rate of 9 trunks per minute!
Timber!

Timber!

Too cool

Too cool

After this it was back down the bumpy track, enjoying the views of Monserrat in the distance.
View from the road

View from the road – confusingly Monserrat isn’t in this picture!

We went to the hotel and had a coffee, then it was time for the students to head back to Lleida. We said goodbye then walked back to camp. Anna had been inspired by one of the students to try barefoot walking again, but gave up after a few metres when she realised the tarmac was at about 50°C. Maybe practice on the grass is in order!

Aah, barefoot

Aah, barefoot

Argh, barefoot!

Argh, barefoot!

Back at base, we prepared dinner and enjoyed it with a glass of Mario’s delicious homemade wine.

Last of the Portuguese wine

Last of the Portuguese wine

We were just packing away when a car pulled up and a guy came over and started speaking in Spanish. Anna tried a bit of Spanish too before we got to the good old ‘sorry we don’t understand”. We must have done better than usual though because it took him ages to try “do you speak English?”. Luckily, we do! It turned out his name was Carles (Carlos) and he wanted to camp in “our” garden. Anna said yes and started showing him round. It turned out Carles is the guide for the walk we are doing tomorrow! He lives outside Barcelona with his girlfriend (also Anna) and discovered the Alinya valley with friends one day. He fell in love with it and after meeting Aleix the bird expert here they decided it would be cool to run guided walks around the valley. And we get to be on the first one!

Obviously we offered him some of Mario’s wine, and he provided some chorizo, so that was pretty much the rest of the evening, sitting out drinking and chatting until dark. Carles had already walked the route today to check it out and told us about being harrassed by the massive sheepdogs they use here. It turns out he is also a touring cyclist and has crossed Canada the wrong way, just like Anna! He was really excited about our trip, and Anna’s grand plan to have her own big rewilding and eco-tourism project one day. He is into self-sufficiency and the transition town concept so there was loads to talk about and we had to drag ourselves away at the end of the night to try and get some sleep before the hike tomorrow!
So things to ponder/research from today.
Is the type of forestry they are doing here sustainable? We know that intensive forestry can de-fertilise the soil, and lead to eradication of natural forest species through removal of standing and fallen dead wood, non-profitable tree species and understorey. Some of the pine woods in the UK’s largest forest (Thetford Forest) stand in regimented rows with nothing growing between them and no refuge for anything else to thrive. That isn’t what’s happening here so far. What about the soil though? The generation time for this forest will be 60-80 years. Is that long enough for the soil to recover between harvests?
Is the aim of sustaining “unnatural” grasslands in this area a good one? Perhaps before people got here, large animals, fires and big trees falling down would have ensured that there was space in the forest for grasses, legumes and scrub, and all the species that depend on those habitats. Now those natural agents have been removed, is it a good idea to try to replicate them? And does it make a difference that the act of doing that is providing employment for people who would otherwise perhaps not have a job and the self esteem that can go along with that?
Another thing that was mentioned is that Cantabria imports the majority of its wood, even though the forests are growing here. Is it better to use the wood that grows here, or try to restore Cantabria’s woodland by essentially outsourcing the damage to South America where the forests are currently shrinking?
I’m not sure what I think about it all right now, but it’s definitely given me an appetite to find out more.
 – Dave