Cerbere is 4km from the Spanish border and light years away from civilisation. It was marginally better than arriving in John o'Groats but that's not too prestigious an accolade. We were especially put out to find that the "crowds" lining the road for the last 200 yards were there not to welcome us (indeed the triumphal reception we'd planned didn't quite go off) but were rather watching the construction of a sea wall. Out of all proportion to the town's size or likely importance, these prodigious works were providing employment for almost half the regional workforce and entertainment for the rest. See Luke's reaction in the video.
So we backtracked to Banyuls-sur-mer. There is marginally more to this place, not least the eponymous local vin which is a cross between sherry and tawney port - and very quaffable. Which is just as well because no sooner had we parked our bikes and peeled off our Lycra but the heavens did well and truly open.
Twas a bummer, but it reminded us of our tremendous good fortune hitherto. While on the road we had no rain, no bike trouble, no punctures, no detours; Luke did a magnificent job navigating and not once did we get lost. And Saturday afternoon it cheered up sufficiently for us to splash about in the Mediterranean as though this had been, after all, a holiday.
More thoughts, pix and stats when we get home
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