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Feck Morocco, who'd want to go there when you've got Corsica Wild and remote when you want it to be, more piste than tarmac (or so it seemed), roads where you literally didn't see another vehicle for ages and an old skool Mediterranean culture that meant croissants, decent coffee, fantastic food and good, cheap wine. Why, why, why would you want to go anywhere else on a GS
Well, plenty of reasons, of course. But, sat here in our apartment after a day of riding tracks and more twisty bits than you could shake a stick at my wine addled brain couldn't think of any at the time................
Now I'm not much good at this ride report malarkey but, in this case have really felt moved to try and explain in pictures and words why, after all the different places I have been to on my GS (including Morocco) I think I have found my bike's and my own perfect destination - I fell in love with the place
Packed the bike and off on a Saturday morning ferry Amanda and I hit Calais around mid day. We always knew it would be a bit of a gamble weather wise at this time of year but were plesently surprised to get no more than the odd shower on our way south.
The plan was to shoot down the Autoroutes to get a mid day crossing to Corsica on the Monday, spend a week in Corsica and then a weeks bimble back up through France.
Anyway, we stopped just below Rheims, had the first of many authentic French pizzas (the joys of being veggie in France ) and hit the sack
When we awoke, bright and early, we were greeted by frosted window panes and a very heavy frost - winter riding gear had not been packed
So, off onto the Autoroute and we hit very picturesque misty bits, very pretty as the sun came up but very cold
it then became less picturesque as it turned to freezing fog, for pretty much the rest of the day - not much fun when you're on a motorway trying to get south as quick as pos - ho hum
Well, plenty of reasons, of course. But, sat here in our apartment after a day of riding tracks and more twisty bits than you could shake a stick at my wine addled brain couldn't think of any at the time................
Now I'm not much good at this ride report malarkey but, in this case have really felt moved to try and explain in pictures and words why, after all the different places I have been to on my GS (including Morocco) I think I have found my bike's and my own perfect destination - I fell in love with the place
Packed the bike and off on a Saturday morning ferry Amanda and I hit Calais around mid day. We always knew it would be a bit of a gamble weather wise at this time of year but were plesently surprised to get no more than the odd shower on our way south.
The plan was to shoot down the Autoroutes to get a mid day crossing to Corsica on the Monday, spend a week in Corsica and then a weeks bimble back up through France.
Anyway, we stopped just below Rheims, had the first of many authentic French pizzas (the joys of being veggie in France ) and hit the sack
When we awoke, bright and early, we were greeted by frosted window panes and a very heavy frost - winter riding gear had not been packed
So, off onto the Autoroute and we hit very picturesque misty bits, very pretty as the sun came up but very cold
it then became less picturesque as it turned to freezing fog, for pretty much the rest of the day - not much fun when you're on a motorway trying to get south as quick as pos - ho hum