Mon tour de France: Pre-trip
I am going to France for a cycling trip. The precise area is South of France or Provence. I have been in the area a few times with my Buddhism group as we have a centre in Trets, a little town near Aix. I had opportunity to visit Aix, Trets and Carssis. I witnessed the sunrise and sunset over the Montagne Sainte-Victoire, a magnificent scene that inspired many artists including giants like Pablo Picasso and Vincent van Gogh.
but that wasn’t enough…
I want to see more, I want to know what is all the fuss about South of France that draw millions of tourist there, surely it can’t be only because it has and average of 330 days of sun per year?
And above all. I want to see ‘her’.
I can’t remember the first time we met but it must have been somewhere in the UK some 10 years plus ago but I remembered clearly, the light colour of her dress and her lightly calming scent that has subdued me since that very first day. I got to know her better and that she was also from an ‘Auslander’ like I was. She was from France.
This trip is going to be a long one and again I am going alone.
Yes, alone again, and no I don’t want to go alone. Having some sort of human contact called ‘friend’ is nice in any situations, especially when one riding in a middle of nowhere, and not-knowing-where one is. My last cycling trip was Bristol-Land Ends in 2009 and that too was ridden alone. I still remembered vividly how fearful I was when I got lost in a rural path somewhere between Taunton and Exmoor while the sun was slowly setting. (Riding in the dark in a rural road has the same risk as riding bike on a fast speed rail track – you don’t know what coming behind you until it hit you).
What would happen if some unknown creature pop out from some cave and chase me…
Or if someone tries to steal my bike?
Anyway, why is it so hard to persuade people in my circle of friend to do a cycling tour? Most people reacts with a big glowing eyes ‘ Wow, that sound really nice’ or something along that line that indicate their admiration to my proposal. The conversation then went on for a while ‘where, what, when, how’ before a soft downcast rejection with something that means in short “Bike tour is not for me”.
Bike tour is the greatest invention since man learns how to put the two wheels together, for god sake! And no you don’t have to be fit like Lance Armstrong to do it!!
Even he enjoys it!
I will take my further winching somewhere else. Let’s talk about le tour!
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