I’m currently in southern Spain in a small suburb of Malaga at the sea in my tent and write the next few lines. The trip from Alicante to Malaga was absolutely beautiful. You can drive down the whole southern Spanish coast through many small, Greek -looking towns on the „autovia del mediterraneo“. After I had for breakfast a traditional tortilla, I was finally able to jump into the sea. The weather here is fantastic! Thereafter, I sat like a wet bee at the sea all day and have bathed in sunlight to dry my wings in order to be ready to fly again. I’ve only watched the bustle of the waves and the buzz on the waves. And as I sit there suddenly was the beach horse Rudi, so I named him, behind me and also watched the bustle of the waves and the buzz on the waves. I guess we became friends immediatly because we love the same thing – horsepower.
The city itself was awash in people who rush like on ant trails with a map from one sight to another and buy a lot of superfluous stuff and odds and ends, being cheated by players and magicians or let their money in for no reason in the thieves alley. Today we went over Valencia to the outskirts of Alicante, from where I just write. Everything is fine! I breathe, I live. I love it.
Yesterday we drove into the center of the Catalan capital by bus and looked around there. Pompous of Gaudi, spectacular architecture. „La Sagrada Familia“ is quite impressing – a church that was built over decades already and will still be in progress for years. However, 12,50 € as entrance fee is simply too much. For the same amount I get half a full tank in Andorra! Nevertheless, there is enough other great stuff to visit, such as the Montjuïc, that you can watch for free.
After a day of glacier sunbathing we didn’t want to see snow any more already. So we sattled our horses and went dizzy mountain roads downhill towards Spain. At the first break, my companion Hias broke the key of his case because he wanted too greedy and lustful to the insides . Shit happens ! Since all his belongings for his survival are in this suitcases and he only had this one key, we were close to start howling. „Never mind „, was the second thought, let’s ride a bit first! Out of nowhere came suddenly a repair shop where the key was pulled out of the lock and a route planned for us to the local locksmith who opened his shop just for us – completely in spanish and key included for 3Euro! Thereafter we headed for Barcelona. 100miles mountain road – no gas stations, no civilization, no oncoming traffic, purest nature. A dream – a paradise for motorcyclists.
Then something rather unexpected happened. Carcassonne to Andorra. The country Andorra is located between France and Spain and is „Tax-Free Zone.“ On the map 150 miles far away from Carcassonne. Good to reach, did i tell myself around 5pm. That the Pyrenees are between, no .. rather, that Andorra is located on the peaks of the Pyrenees in 8200 feet of altitude, did we only notice at 10pm, when we arrived totally exhausted at the perceived North Pole. The last 1600 feet i was also non-stop threatened by the red light with the label „fuel“. But it turned out to be great on the next day, since the gasoline in Andorra only costs 1,20 Euro. And the hotel in Andorra for 18 Euro felt also like an oasis of well-being. Finally we prepared here in icy heights a YumYum soup on the cooker before bedtime – delicious! This morning our odyssey was rewarded with this bombastic view.
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.
The first 1000 miles done! It is wonderful to be on the go. From Munich to Lake Constance and the Swiss border along to France and from there to the south. Now we are close to Lyon. The Twins purr without problems. I’m happy!
I dismantled my machine completely. After I have sweated blood and water to get some 23 years old screws and plug connections, which seemed almost impossible to loosen up without the entrainment of small japanese hands, I finally found the source of error. A broken CDI unit that has just passed away after 57.000 miles – statistically, they wander at miles counter 55.000 over the Jordan, because the bench presses on the contacts .. for sure honda has purposely designed it that way to top up their pocket money! I tried the companion twin CDI – they started – purred like a kitten – ordered new! YES, YES, YES! I also renewed the spark plugs, changed brake pads, oil and air filter plus i installed a vehicle socket for comfort. Sitting on his self repaired horse is fodder for the soul.
My Africa Twin XRV 650, known for their Paris-Dakar victories many years ago, will be my companion and hopefully never let me down.