La Trek of Toulouse

Toulouse is called “La Ville en Rose” due to it’s many buildings of red brick. We learned of the Romans who first brought brick making technology and much of the rest of the city’s history from Penny of Toulouse Walking Tours. She did an excellent job of winding together the different threads of the city’s stories. After the tour, we followed her suggestions, as well as our previous research, to continue exploring.
First we enjoyed a drink in Le Bibent, a gorgeous salon with the thickest hot chocolate ever! Then to the Salle des Illustres art museum.

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A few churches and a simple lunch later, we made our way home through the large park beside our hotel.

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Goodbye Mediterranean

Hard to believe we have completed our first Eau de France. Today we crossed the divide between the Mediterranean and the Atlantic. The most obvious change for us along the canal is that we now get a short downhill coast at each lock, instead of a climb.

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The two locks along the highest part of the canal were named after each ocean, and on the Atlantic side (the lower plaque) was a dedication to Thomas Jefferson, who apparently had made some contribution in the history of the canal.

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But as exciting as this was, it paled in comparison to our best news of the day. At breakfast we met some cyclists coming from the west who told us that 13km past Castelnaudary we would have a paved trail the rest of the canal!

Of course from their perspective the news was, “starting 13km before Castelnaudary the trail became HORRIBLE!” We wonder what they think now, since that section was only a taste of the last 200km we had already cycled.

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Jon was excited enough to kiss the pavement when we arrived. We went from a struggling 58km a day, to 80km our first day of partial pavement.

It was only tarnished by our first experience of “French” attitudes about food – or a lack thereof. It was our first day (since our 2005 tour of France), that we were totally unable to find any food between 11:30 and 4:00. One restaurant was still open at 3:00 but refused to serve us anything. The one we found at 4:00 would only serve dessert. But as we learned in 2005, we always carry emergency rations now. Despite their reputation, we find it can be very difficult at times, to find food in France when you’re on a bicycle.

Rick Steves and Dead Sycamores

Sorry about the title. Rick isn’t killing the sycamores, but the two were a part of our day today.

We arrived in Carcassonne at midday and made our way across the city to it’s castle. This year we have been seeing a lot of castles, yet this is definitely one of the best preserved and most interesting.

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We understand that Rick Steves visited here as a child and he enjoyed it so much that it was the inspiration that launched his career in European tourism.

The sycamores, unfortunately, are a much different story. Most of the Canal du Midi is lined with tall gorgeous sycamores. But they are dying. MC’s research indicated that we should hurry to come to the canal, in order to still see them. You can see the devastation in the following photo.

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On the left the row of trees end where they have already been cut down. On the distant right bank you can see the ones that are currently dying.

This is going to change the entire experience of the canal forever. These trees have formed a canopy over the canal that protect the boats, cyclists, and hikers from the heat and wind, offering a green passageway that is magical. We feel so fortunate to have gotten here to experience it before it’s too late.

Our travels continue to be challenging, but improving. We left the canal for the first quarter of the day, only to be blasted with headwinds. We remained on the canal from then on, mostly shielded by the sycamores and banks, but still having sections of path that were nothing more than mud and water where we must walk.

But fortunately, more often now we are traveling on something actually resembling a bike path.

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We find that Michelin maps of France (and only their French maps), are excellent for finding cycling routes. The maps are accurate in distinguishing gravel and pavement, secondary from primary roads with heavier traffic, and they show bike paths. We have high hopes, because in a few kilometers from today, Michelin indicates that most of the remaining canal ahead has a path along it. Until now, we agree that they have been correct, that there really has been no path.

MC reports that the hotel staff also confirmed that the path behind us is a “technical ride”, not for traveling. It’s tree roots, mud, and pot holes have overly tested our new pannier system, and skills at staying upright together on the tandem. We can appreciate why no one makes a tandem mountain bike!

Single track

The “canal” starts out by crossing a 40km long inland lake. We stayed on the south side next to the Mediterranean, taking a bike path along a narrow set of sand dunes, and where our first night’s campsite was. It was a very popular path that unfortunately ends too soon, dumping you out onto busy highways with no shoulders. But we worked our way into central Adge where we rejoined the route just before it connected with the actual canal.

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Our first discovery was a 3 way lock. At this point boats could choose multiple directions at a T intersection. And it was only the first of many unusual combinations – including a 7 lock ramp that has become overrun by tourists! Unfortunately, many photos – which we take using our regular camera, will have to wait to be added later, when we return home and have a computer to do the transfer. While on the road, we have only an iPhone, and can only post the photos we take using it.

Our excitement in finally starting to ride on the actual canal – was quickly dashed by the quality of the path. Our guide book had warned us it was narrow and unpaved in places, but we didn’t know that after rain it was completely impassible by our bike, and we had to walk often.

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Marin mountain bikers would love this trail. 100s of kilometers of single track dirt that is so narrow you usually have to stop every few minutes to let those going in the other direction get by.

Fortunately, it has mostly dried up by the afternoons, and we’ve been able to find a few alternative nearby roads. Every once in a while we get a wider gravel path and even pavement – which we understand will become more frequent the further west we get. Those sections are fabulous, as the canal is lined with majestic sycamores – and the red poppies are in full bloom right now.
Even parts of the single track are lined with tall flowers, and while it can be difficult to find and keep on the narrow path – it’s like floating through meadows.

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But photos can’t show the whole story. We have noticed that most cyclists are traveling west to east, and now know why. One thing a cyclist never wants to see up ahead, is the back side of fast rotating wind turbines! We battled 30km headwinds all day, and the weather report says we have 2-3 more days just like it coming up. It’s making for a tougher than expected first week. But we seem to be holding up very well, especially considering that the late Switzerland spring kept us from getting into the shape we wanted to be by the start of the ride.

Hard to leave Montpellier

Yes, we mean that literally.

• We began the day with a flat tire, before we even left the BnB.
• Then we had coffee and pastries in the town square.
• Next we were distracted by a Farmer’s Market where we got some fruits and nuts for the road.
• We finally arrived at the starting point of our 2500km of GPS tracks, and stopped for a photo op,
• And asked a woman if she would take our picture. She turned out to be a Jehovah’s Witness!
• After the propaganda, we headed down our route to find that it had been blocked by a large street fair for the holidays.
• That was followed by a construction detour that left us heading in the wrong direction.

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We finally worked our way back to the GPS track, and were able to say farewell to Montpellier, about 2 hours later.

After lunch in Sete, at a sidewalk cafe along it’s canal, we arrived at the official start of the Canal du Midi. The route begins at the lighthouse where the ships leave the Mediterranean. Of course, this was another photo op!

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All in all it was a great first day of cycling, and we made it to a campground just in time for Jon to take a swim in the sea, before it started raining.

Starting towns

There is a strange phenomena with the starting towns at the beginning of long bike tours. In the planning stages you put a lot of thought into where to begin. You have to figure out some kind of transportation for yourself and your bicycle. Then it seems like you actually do not spend any time there at all.

When Nathan and I began our trip across the US in Florence Oregon, we began on the beach, dipping our rear tires into the ocean. But within a couple hours we were already so far inland, it was like we’d never been at the ocean, and would not see the other one for several months. Perhaps that’s why the full Trans-America Trail starts in Astoria and has the first couple of days along the Oregon coastline.

When MC and I rode from Vienna to Amsterdam, we arrived at the West Vienna Train Station at 7:00am. By 9:00am we had assembled the bike and were leaving town, heading up the river. We had just spent several days in Vienna the previous year, and were eager to get on the trail, so had no need to stay any longer.

Today we arrived in Montpellier. We assembled the bike on the train platform, then realized there was no way to roll it out of the station. We finally ended up taking it up an escalator. By the time we got settled into our AirB&B, we only had an hour or so of daylight left to walk around old town.

So perhaps it is good that Montpellier is not really the beginning of the tour. It was just the nearest train station. The Canal du Midi starts in Sete, so we will get to spend some time in the morning cycling to Sete along the first of our Eaux de France, the Mediterranean.

Prelude to Montauroux

We said our final goodbyes to Switzerland on Saturday, leaving in the rain. The Swiss springtime was nothing like we expected. We thought we’d have March and April to cycle on the weekends in preparation, but between winter weather and springtime colds, our bodies are really not ready. So one last ride to the train station in the Swiss rain seemed like the fitting send off.

We had to fold our tandem for the TGV, so we have only gone 7km so far. We have been touring the south coast of France with our friends Bob and Don, the past few days. Taking in the famous sites, doing some great wine tasting – you know, the real kind where you go into the caves and warehouses sampling the latest vintages. Not the circus of multi-million dollar tasting rooms that CA and NY have become.

Today we head to our starting point in Montpellier, and will try to remember to take photos with the iPhone, so we can include them in this blog.

Our Bags are Packed …

… we’re ready to go!

When we first arrived in Switzerland last year we took a number of weekend rides across the country. We quickly discovered that many trails are not paved, and some are just two dirt tire tracks with grass growing in between. With our wide two-wheeled trailer, this causes us to slow down considerably, and Jon has to continually watch for pot holes for each of the bicycle and trailer wheels.

So we have spent the past year re-outfitting the tandem to use panniers. This is particularly difficult since it is a folding tandem. All the racks must be either foldable or quick release. But it has now paid off. Not only do we leave behind the weight of the trailer, but our load itself is smaller. We are more lightweight, yet still have our full camping gear.

Last weekend we did our final packing and took a test ride – on the first real weekend of Spring (which has arrived over a month late this year). After a visit to friends in the south of France, we will be beginning the tour on May 7th.

Fasnacht – Bern

We had been hearing about the big Swiss party called Fasnacht since long before we came here. Basel’s is the biggest, Lucerne’s is the noisiest, Fribourg’s is also highly recommended. Which shall we see? Any of those 3 would require train rides, hotel bills, and Jon taking off work (it’s a multi-day party) to “do it right”. So we decided to simply go to the last day of Bern’s Fasnacht and see the parade and hear their “Monster Konzert”.

We were in place, waiting with 1,000’s of others behind barriers lining the street in preparation for the parade, well positioned with a view straight down the street. Finally, here they come: half a dozen men in flapping green, red and yellow costumes with HUGE cowbells on their hind ends that clanged with each step. And there they go: into the McDonalds on the corner.

Hunh? Is that it? Wait. Wait. Wait. Oh, now I hear a band. Where are they? Oops, we’re facing the wrong direction! We worm through the crowd, find some short people to stand behind, and for 2 hours watch the over 50 bands and other miscellaneous groups pass by. Tunes were nearly recognizable: ABBA, Bob Marley, John Denver.

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The 8th of over 50 bands in the Berner Fasnacht parade.

Unlike American parades, there were few floats, none mechanized. One was a big white ship with sailors, with an outhouse on the back that the swinging door showed was in use. Another was a castle attended by its dragon and knights with a cannon shooting purple confetti. MC got a direct hit.

But it was the costumes, make-up and big fake heads that were so different from what we have ever seen. Fantastical, brilliantly colorful, and unique. Each group or band had a theme–similar colors, fabrics and style and usually the same make-up–but each individual had their own details, making them seem both elaborate and ragtag.

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A group of "Big Heads" with red LED eyes gather for a photo after the parade.

After the parade, the bands scattered about the city, on different corners or bandstands that had been set up. This was their “Monster Konzert”.

The streets were lined, as for any event, with vendors, some selling confetti or kid toys, but most offering food. We headed home a little after sunset. Half a day of partying being enough for us.

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Vendors lined the streets, bands playing everywhere throughout Bern's old town.

Quarry – Ostermundigen

It has snowed AGAIN!!

This past week Thursday was warm (10 Celsius) and the last bits of snow had melted.  But Saturday brought a new light coating and now as I report from my living room there’s a fresh thick layer from last night and more coming down.  It is all white and pure and, as ever, fluffy.  Jon says this kind of moist light snow which piles on trees and bushes like pillows is rare in Iowa, but here it seems it’s the only kind they have.  A new fairyland about once a week!

Thoughts of skiing were put aside this weekend, mostly because Jon was still recovering from a cold and the strain of the winter concert schedule.  Instead we plowed through planning for the sabbatical.  We will have no computer with us and we are aware of the difficulties we had on past trips finding our way, finding food, finding campgrounds.  So these cold dark winter nights are spent in true European style:  planning vacation.

After spending all Saturday indoors on the computers, I insisted on a walk Sunday afternoon.  Jon was a bit skeptical of heading into the woods, knowing the paths would be muddy, but I so prefer to be engulfed by life, rather than surrounded by the concrete boxes of town.   He’s still fascinated by figuring out where all the paths lead so we headed down a few not yet taken.  We came to a section of path lined by a fence of huge rocks.  Leaning over the fence, we saw a canyon with a steep wall so flat and smooth, Jon was sure it was concrete.  Following the track further and going around the fence we came to a road leading into the canyon where it became obvious this is the quarry of Ostermundigen which we had heard of from a co-worker.

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Stone fence

We’ve seen other quarries where rock or sand are being taken out, but here this exceptionally solid and consistent stone is cut out in large blocks.  What looks like stripes are seams where the cuts were made.

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Jon at Ostermundigen quarry. Each stripe on the 'wall' behind is as deep as the block he's standing on.