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Discussion in 'Epic Rides' started by kimangao, Oct 8, 2012.
What camera do you use for taking that kind a pictures?
Die Bilder bis jetzt sind ja schon mal Saugeil!
Und die Videovorschau....da hat sich mal jemand richtig Mühe gemacht!!
Go on...iam looking forward for more
WOW !!! Beautiful photography
Thanks for sharing it all!
Don`t mind at all!
That IS voyage! If you don't mind(kimangao) I sent a link here http://www.mybike.gr/topic/59253-via-mediterraο-γύρος-τής-μεσογείου/ with your excellent trip... If you don't like just tell me to withdraw.
I carried two Canon DSLRs (20D, 30D) and a G9 for snapshots. Later on the journey the sensor of the 20D went mad and I could get 40D as a nice substitute. Lenses were 3.5 10-22mm, 2.8 17-55mm, 2.8 70-200mm and 1.8 85mm for portraits.
I don't mind, efcharisto for forwarding
The autotrain took me through the night from Düsseldorf/Germany and spit me out in Narbonne/France. Narbonne, almost on the foothills of the Pyrenees-Mountains, is already close to the Spanish border but my starting point Marseilles is about 260kms east.
My first ride went to a hill with a chapel, called Forca Real. From there you're facing Mount Canigou and the Pyrenees. If you turn around, well there's the sea, that will accompany me the next 9 months.
The region itself is called Pays de Cathare, the land of the Cathares. A hilly country full of ruins from ancient fortresses. Right here the only crusade against a Christian community took place, the Crusade against the Cathares. We'll see that lateron. Between me and the Pyrenees is the valley of Conflent. Just before Mount Canigou rises there's the village of Prades.
Before I set of for Marseilles I take a first look through the Pays de Cathare.
As you may have noticed, the bike is not white but gray instead. The should have been white, but the tank manufacturer in OZ could not deliver a white tank. So I start the journey on a gray HP2, waiting to swap colour and bike lateron.
Welcome back.. we enjoy your outstanding ride pics, thanks for sharing them.
Images speaks for themselves no need for translation.
And remember that the hidden gems of Dolomites still await you.
Hooked - looking forward to this.
Fantastic photographs... lifetime treasure to ponder till aging... thanks for sharing that beauty in that world Dirk!
as i may noticed, might the coffee book and the CDs had already earned for 2 years before we recognize it here today? I must say that the book is so much worthy to have in every rider's coffee table. whatever contained therein, i'd like to say thank you so much for taking us a peek ...
I still do. And 2013 could become a year of hidden trails. I'd be happy to search the Dolos for their gems with you. Only this bloody winter has to pass ...
From Narbonne I'm riding straight to Marseilles.
If you - like me - live north of the Alps you're dreaming the same dream every year after a looong winter: The dream of the warm south. But Marseilles is not the place to make your dream come true in March. Icy winds from the still snowy Alps blow down the Rhône-Valley and then blast through Marseilles with its narrow roads.
Marseilles was founded by Greek sailors over 2000 years ago as trading port. This town smells like history, salty air and the promise of the nearby Orient. Marseilles is France's gateway to Northern Africa.
Riding through the streets my fingers feel like fish fingers you've taken out of the deep freezer only 2 minutes ago. I need a place to warm up. But quickly!
Right at the old port there's the Restaurant Le Miraramar. From what I've heard, a good place to enjoy the Bouillabaisse, the famous Marseillan fish soup. Well, a hot soup would be perfect....
I'm surprised to be welcomed by the cook himself, Christian Bouffa. What I learned lateron is that he is a disciple of French cook legend Paul Bocuse.
Anyway, after ordering the soup, the waiter arrives with something not really beeing similar to a soup. "This is just a starter to kill time till the soup is ready". He speaks of course French and my French is a bit ... rotten. The first misunderstanding is on its way. His next question is not: "What do you prefer to eat, chicken and shrimps or (in the background) Manchego-cheese with truffles?"
The question was:"What do you prefer to eat first? Chicken or Manchego?" Ok, first chicken, then Manchego. But... what about the soup?
He arrives again and explaines that they usually serve the soup in six courses. :huh
Can you imagine? Six times this plate? I ask for a shortcut resulting in four courses.
Then a specially trained dessert-waitress shows up to ask me about my wish for a my sweet tooth. I go for something small (Mousse au chocolat with coconutcream) after the Manchego-chicken-four-courses-soup only to find out that this again is only the starter.
Here's the dessert-menu then. Not to forget the nasty things left from the wineglass.
From the restaurant I go straight back to my room in a small hotel. It's about 4 in the afternoon. I decide to take a little nap and to get rid of the fear my stomach may explode. I wake the next day at 10 in the morning. Setting off is postponed for one day. But who cares? I have nine month
They're definetly not kidding with the food in France! :huh
Awesome pics, did you set them up by yourself? Seems like a lot of back and forth if you did, but the result is excellent!
French gastronomy... nothing else quite like it... thanks for the delicious pics and the fond memories of the food ritual in France.. It's the complete oppoosite of our fast food culture here in north america.
bon voyage mon ami!