Planning the trip.
The dashboard of my touring bike.
The bike (a Trek), ready to tour.
Gary's gear for a 5-week trip. The most important items were the Visa and Master Card.
Leaving from the Oakland, CA airport
One of the best things about London - the pubs.
Excellent, healthy food characterized our travels in England.
Leaving London for Statford on Avon
On the train to Stratford on Avon
Stratford on Avon
Assembling the bikes, Stratford on Avon
Mild-mannered reporter for the Daily Planet . . .
. . . to Superbiker, ready for action.
First leg of tour - Stratford-on-Avon to Southampton, then across the Channel on the Ferry (no Chunnel in 1983)
The proprietor of the B&B where we stayed in Stratford took this photo as we departed for the ride.
Arriving in the Malvern Hills
Walking about in the Malverns.
Remarkably life-like statue of a heroic figure from British history.
Leaving Malvern in the early AM
Riding the English countryside.
Arriving at the border of Wales.
Ride to eat, eat to ride.
Our B&B, Bath.
The Salisbury Plain
Doing the laundry. We had less than 12lb of gear on each bike, so clothes had to be washed daily in the sink.
Riding onto the ferry to France
Arriving in Le Havre, France, after a night on the ferry.
Fellow bike tourists
Chatting with the locals, Normandy.
American Cemetery, Normandy
German gun emplacements, Normandy
Cemetary for German soldiers, WWII
Each town to the south had a sign commemorating the day it was liberated by the Allies.
Another riding day, another picnic.
Chambre d'hote - the french equivalent of a B&B
Feeding the pet sheep in the kitchen of our Chambre d'hote
Crabbing along the coast
The route through France - current location marked by the red bicycle.
Mont. St. Michel
A guest drops in for lunch along the road.
A high-tech french bike.
Arriving in Nantes.
On the deck at our hotel, La Rochelle.
Loading live chickens onto a bike, La Rochelle.
Catching up on the gossip.
Heavy traffic on a French back road.
Ferry across the Gironde.
A "free" beach
A cycling club out for an outing - a common sight.
Fellow riders in Dax, at the foot of the Pyrenees.
Getting directions from a local.
Starting the brutal climb over the Pyrenees.
Waiting out a rain shower.
Poor riding weather, Pyrenees.
This dog was in better shape than we were after an hour's climb in the rain.
The next morning in Larrau was better
Our accommodations for the night in Larrau.
Climbing out of Larrau into the fog.
Nearing the pass into Spain.
The pass, and the Spanish border.
Through the tunnel was Spain.
Back into sunshine on the Spanish side of the Pyrenees.
A screaming descent into Spain.
Another flat tire.
Riding through the Spanish Pyrenees.
These are not trivial roads on a bike.
Coming into yet another picturesque Pyreneean village.
Lunch stop in a mountain village, Pyrenees.
Mt. village scene, Pyrenees.
Out onto the plains of Spain.
We spent the night here.
End of the ride.
We now had time only for a day trip to the Ordesa National Parque
Ordesa National Parque
Refugio, Ordesa National Parque
Climbing a small peak
A small summit in Ordesa National Parque
Glacier-carved, stream eroded canyon.
Negotiating the clavijas
Out of time, now to catch a train to Barcelona
Meeting the locals, Sabiñanigo
Local kids showing us around town.
Sunset on the plains of Spain.
Catedral de la Sagrada Familia, Barcelona. We got there on a train.
Touring the Sagrada Familia Cathedral.
Barcelona from the Cathedral.
Dancing in the streets, Barcelona.
Boarding the plane in Barcelona for the long trip home to California.