Back in Algeciras, Hias and I took seperated ways, because our wallets are filled differently. I didn’t take the highway to save the expensive tolls and had my breaks at couch surfers and friends. My stops were in Alicante, Barcelona, Montpellier, Lyon and Freiburg. My tactics to send a couch request in a McDonald Free Wifi somewhere, taking the rest of the day’s stage and then again use wifi to check for the answers and get luckily a place to sleep for the night were surprisingly good. Thanks to all the couch surfers, who offered me a warm place to sleep! The only problem was actually the cold. It was really so bitter, bitter cold on the bike. I invented all possible positions in order to not fall as icy block off the machine. The method that came out on top, was to leave the left hand between the lower and upper thigh and wrap the right hand in layers. At the bottom of the hierarchy was the plastic bag, then the 3.99,- gas station „Flauschi“, surrounded by a thin one that I brought properly to tinker, followed by my motorcycle glove. Last but not least i pulled over all those my „grippy“ – a rubber glove – that i usually used for greasing the chain. But it turned out that it somehow triggered a reaction which made my hand freeze in even less time – or maybe it just strangled my blood. I can’t tell exactly, but my hands where purple blue in every case. This worked well, though I had to leave the road all 20 miles and lay my hands on the engine to get some feeling back in my fingers, but at least I made progress. Matters where complicated further by the fact that snowy, drizzly adverse wind covered my visor and compelled me constantly to wipe away the ice. So that’s how I drove the last stages – one-handed, shivering and visorwiping – did i arrive after 8 147 miles in Munich.
From Lyon, the journey went on to Montpellier, where Tanguy, a smart frenchman, whom I have met in Madrid, and his family have very, very cordially received us. The weather in Montpellier was unfortunately rainy, but our machines were protected and safe – so far and thereafter we only had bright sunshine, although we could always in front and behind us observe downpours on the horizon. Pretty lucky! In Montpellier they told us stories about a town in a fortress, which is located in the direction to spain. So we moved on – to Carcassonne. The castle-town actually looks like new! We found everything heart of knights fight for, even ATMs.