After a pre-departure Sebo clean-up and filling-up or freshwater tanks, Team Sebo hit the road once again. Having consulted Google Maps for the least twisting way back down (something we should have done before we climbed up here - Roy is still suffering from a single track, windy road, type PTSD condition, I fear!), we … Continue reading Mamma Mia, Team Sebo Hits Italia! Ciao!
Provence To The Riviera – Poles Apart!
We had, possibly, THE most relaxing three days we've had this trip so far at Le Devancon, Peynier. We slept like logs - until quite late in the day, we have to admit, even by our standards-then spent our days walking in the hills and generally lazing around in our deckchairs, making the most of … Continue reading Provence To The Riviera – Poles Apart!
Peace And Tranquillity Reigns In Provence
After all the furore of the previous evening, neither of us had a particularly restful night's sleep - more due to the traffic rumbling over the bridge beside us than from the evening's events. Nonetheless, we arose, breakfasted and set-off for Aix-en-Provence to locate a supermarket and have a spot of lunch. Well, THAT was … Continue reading Peace And Tranquillity Reigns In Provence
What Happens In Arles…..Doesn’t Necessarily Have To Stay In Arles!
So, to answer the question "What happened in Arles?".......here goes. All was going well, us having had a very pleasant afternoon strolling around the town and people watching whilst partaking of a drop of the local wine, sitting in the sunshine, with hardly a care in The World. From then on, it was all downhill....well, … Continue reading What Happens In Arles…..Doesn’t Necessarily Have To Stay In Arles!
Cruising La Camargue And A Date With Vincent Van Gogh In Arles
We had a bit of a "lazy" weekend in Elne - apart from our mammoth 14km schlepp to St Cyprien, via the beach, to locate a supermarket which we didn't find until the following day (just for the record, it turned-out to be a five minute walk out of the front entrance to the campsite!!! … Continue reading Cruising La Camargue And A Date With Vincent Van Gogh In Arles
From A Low In Zaragoza To A High In The Pyrenees
Our peaceful sleepy spot in Soria proved to be exactly that -yup, we slept like three babies! When we did, finally, awaken, it was to a chilly but sunny day so we decided to take a morning stroll downriver with the intention of then hitting the high viewpoint above the town. Unfortunately, we couldn't find … Continue reading From A Low In Zaragoza To A High In The Pyrenees
Torrential Rain, Fab Sunset Then Sweltering in 27C…..All In Two Days!
As we sat eating our dinner in our free, L’Hospitalet Pres D’Andorre sleepy spot, raindrops were falling on our head or, rather, on Harley’s head!! Yup, Sebo’s rooflight had sprung a leak! Fortunately, for us, not him, it was falling on him rather than our soft furnishings so he was promptly moved to a place … Continue reading Torrential Rain, Fab Sunset Then Sweltering in 27C…..All In Two Days!
Three Days Of Pleasant High Plains Drifting From Salamanca To Soria
On Monday morning, we bid farewell to Salamanca and drifted 100km through the high plains to Ávila, a city in the rolling hill country northwest of Madrid. It’s best known for it's intact medieval city walls, with 80-plus crenellated, semi-circular towers and 9 gates, including the arched El Alcázar, on the eastern side. Long sections on top … Continue reading Three Days Of Pleasant High Plains Drifting From Salamanca To Soria
Salamanca – A Very, Very, Very Hard Act To Follow!
Well, folks, as you can probably work out from the title, we LOVED Salamanca! Like most Spanish towns and cities, Salamanca has changed hands many times through the centuries and - during Roman times, it's location on the Ruta de la Plata (Silver Route) from the Asturian mines to Andalucia, made it an important staging … Continue reading Salamanca – A Very, Very, Very Hard Act To Follow!
From Sagres To San Miguel (In A Beer Drinking Manner Of Speaking!)
Yes, folks, Team Sebo are back in Spain! After having a peaceful night's kip at the summit of Portugal's highest mountain range, Torre, we decided on Tuesday morning to go for a trek and so, wearing our thermal socks and polar jackets and with poles in hand, off we set. Unfortunately, our attempt to find … Continue reading From Sagres To San Miguel (In A Beer Drinking Manner Of Speaking!)
