Monday, March 19, 2012
Homage to Catalonia 2
Everybody says that the best climbing in the world is not in French Riviera, but in Catalonia. So when opportunity presented itself and I got chance to go there for one week with Muriel Sarkany, I went there to convince myself that such claim is false.
Impression one: Cold. Cold, cold, cold.The bloody place should be called Siberia bis. I was frozen for sixteen hours a day and exhausted of cold for remaining eight hours. My tent was covered with ice each morning and there were icicles around one and half feet long.
Impression three: Landscape. After restricted horizons of French Riviera I am freaked out by open plains of Catalonia. As far as the eye can see just fields and fields and fields, around which are scattered hamlets lost in the middle of nowhere. Terry Pratchett drive through here to get inspiration for his village Bad Ass.
Impression five: Moon. It was full moon, which is bout the same everywhere.
Impression six: Drivers (and traffic). Catalonians are a bunch of insane maniacs, they should not be issued driving licences, even worse than Marseille. I was driving just ten above the limit and did not overtake where it was forbidden, that made me the most law abiding driver of whole province. I have only seen respect to the rules once, when in village Boldú a flock of sheep crossed a road on the pedestrian crossing. Unfortunately, my DSLR was hidden in trunk, so I did not manage to take a picture.
Impression seven: Catalonia is richer country than French Riviera, even door get some kind of solidity about it.