It’s 3rd August and it’s time to head over to Spielberg, Austria for the MotoGP races.
The worst part of my journey is always the long, slow slog through England (sorry to all the English but it’s true - 630 miles to the channel tunnel from home). This time I’m leaving from work (Ayrshire) and that will save me about 200 miles to the tunnel.
Day 1 – Fri. 3rd
Surprisingly, I got to the tunnel without too much anguish and, as usual, waited at the side of the platform for most of the cars to board the train and then I did too.
Off the other side and ride a few miles before turning right onto the A26 peage heading south. I decide to stop at Arras (never been there before) as it’s getting late. I manage to find my way into the main square of the town / city and it’s lovely! I mill about a bit until I find some hotels around a car park area where I stop and look for a room for night. First one I check (Hotel Moderne) I get a room no problem and am shown to their private bike area. A good start. Up to my room, a quick change and it’s time to find a beer and somewhere to eat. This place is stunning. I can’t remember what I ate (obviously not outstanding enough to recall) but after it I had a walk about to discover the place (French word!) I passed loads more visitors eating at outside tables along a narrow road and this led into the Place des Heros with more wall to wall stunning architecture and a huge cathedral at the end. Just beautiful!
The worst part of my journey is always the long, slow slog through England (sorry to all the English but it’s true - 630 miles to the channel tunnel from home). This time I’m leaving from work (Ayrshire) and that will save me about 200 miles to the tunnel.
Day 1 – Fri. 3rd
Surprisingly, I got to the tunnel without too much anguish and, as usual, waited at the side of the platform for most of the cars to board the train and then I did too.
Off the other side and ride a few miles before turning right onto the A26 peage heading south. I decide to stop at Arras (never been there before) as it’s getting late. I manage to find my way into the main square of the town / city and it’s lovely! I mill about a bit until I find some hotels around a car park area where I stop and look for a room for night. First one I check (Hotel Moderne) I get a room no problem and am shown to their private bike area. A good start. Up to my room, a quick change and it’s time to find a beer and somewhere to eat. This place is stunning. I can’t remember what I ate (obviously not outstanding enough to recall) but after it I had a walk about to discover the place (French word!) I passed loads more visitors eating at outside tables along a narrow road and this led into the Place des Heros with more wall to wall stunning architecture and a huge cathedral at the end. Just beautiful!
