I'm glad I didn't start on the EuroVélo. If I were hitting the mountains and traffic as I did in Portugal and Spain, I'd be rethinking my plans to continue by bike. You gotta go through the hard times to give you perspective during the good times.
Compared to the roads I was on before, the EuroVélo 1 feels like I'm on a roller coaster. It will hug the entire Atlantic coast of Europe when it's finished. At the time, the route ran from Hendaye, France, to Roscoff, France, with a section in the UK. The views and sounds on the path almost sing you to sleep. I've become lazy on this trail, going slow and taking in the sights and sounds, occasionally hitting the beach to work on my tan.
The last few nights I've heard the waves crashing as I camp just seconds from the beach.
It's now been a month and I'm realizing what my capabilities and limits are. I'm also learning my tolerance for the unpleasant. I think I'm finally adapting to a new lifestyle.
The views of the EV1.
Wedding in Léon. The daughter of a firefighter marrying a firefighter.
The beach, just on the other side of the pines.
Sand dunes around La Teste.
EV1 path.
Sustainable logging along the EV1.
Yes please!
Probably the best meal of my trip so far. A big THANK YOU to Cidean (the owner I think) who made sure I left with a full belly and happy.
A parting gift from Cidean. I ate the whole container in my tent that night. So good.