Andorra la Vella to Cubells 107km
To Monzon 76km
I love the random stuff you run into on a cycling adventure. Over the weekend I got to see two International sporting events.... Andorra vs Serbia soccer, and Andorra vs Latvia rugby. I've got to say, that the Rugby was alot more interesting and fun. The crowd at the Rugby was loud and funny, and three times bigger than the soccer crowd, 600 vs 200. The soccer had 10 policemen on the grounds, with two police dogs. The Rugby had zero police. Andorra got beaten in both games. At one stage, the Andorran rugby team, which seemed very young, had only nine men standing. Bodies littered the field. And it cost nothing to watch. Incredible. An international event with no entry fee....
The other random event over the weekend was the Andorra Sax Festival. I only saw the bands marching/dancing in the streets. Small bands, of about 10 or 12, trumpets, trombones, saxophones, tubas and percussion, with the odd guitar thrown in. Great entertainment. The Festival lasted a week, and included workshops, performances and competitions, as well as the street marching. A lot of fun, and a fantastic atmosphere.
I dragged myself away from Andorra, and swept into Catalonia, a soon to be independent state? It was Easter Sunday, and I had stocked up on food for the day, realising that not much would be open. But oh boy. I didn't realise that Spain has even more stringent Easter trading laws than NZ. Nothing was open on Sunday or Monday, except the odd hotel/resturant, that you had to be staying at to get fed, and petrol stations. I ran out of food. The hotels were very very busy, dining rooms crowded, and with long queues, and they were only serving toasted sandwiches. I stopped at a Petrol station, and only reluctantly, while no one was watching, would the attendant sell me a coke and a packet of lollies. He was only allowed to sell petrol. And I had eaten all the food I had. All of it.
But then I ran into something else. A road cone. About a dozen guys were working at the edge of the road. They were very busy, and dressed in bright yellow, with a big yellow truck, so easy to see. I was watching them, as they were dodging about randomly, and didn't see the road cone. It tossed me across the road, and I was surprised I didn't eat tarseal, but managed to stay upright. Fiona wasn't as lucky. The front tyre came out of the rim, and the wheel was pretty badly buckled. Damn. I played with the spokes and straightened it enough to ride, but it needs work. 15km to the next town.....
With lots of help I am directed to a bike shop. It's not open, because it's Easter Monday, but peering into the dark, I notice the shop is empty. A motorist stops and tells me the shop has moved to the next town. Another 10km.
I can't find the shop. Lots of people confirm its here, but it's well hidden. I find a hotel, and sneak in a feed five minutes before the kitchen closes..... but it was yummy..... or was I just very hungry.... and I meet a lovely Spanish (Catalonian) couple who have spent Easter mountain climbing. I think they're going to come and visit us in NZ.
Random things you "run" into, make an adventure.