The food delivery arrived at the house one early summer’s day and a flyer fell to the floor. My partner picked it up and jumped with joy. “Vegan surf camp!” Apparently we had to go. My immediate response was “where is it and there won’t be any meat?”. “On the west coast of France, just north of Biarritz” was the response. “Ooooh I could ride there. Just drop me in Perpignan and I’ll meet you afterwards”.
Et voilà, all of a sudden I was planning to ride from Sea to Sea via every Col in the Pyrenees. For the first time. Solo. Continue reading