Leaving my haven at Rennes-Les-Bains the next day I nervously set off and upwards towards Bugarach, from there to join the D7/D10 to face the infamous Gorges de Galamus.
These gorges offer the intrepid walker, cyclist or driver the chance to tackle a few adrenalin-filled kilometres of single track road carved out of the cliffs, bordered with low side walls one side and a terrifying drop to the river far, far below. Continue reading →
Tackling the steep descent from the mountain col, leaning hard on the brakes and zig-zagging down the hair pin bends, I’m torn between wanting to gaze at the arrestingly beautiful scenery of the mountains, and not wanting to plummet down the edge of the precipice inches from my side. Continue reading →