Wednesday, 24 February 2010
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written 23rd february
The long drive north on sunday was largely uneventful. We started looking for somewhere to stop just south of Tarragona and rounded a corner to come to the largest polymer/chemical factories I have seen. All strange shaped vats, curly pipes and enormous chimneys. With the swirling steam sodium-lit in the dark, it was a true modern day mouth of hell... and the nearby beach resorts were not much better.
The next morning, keen to circumnavigate Barcelona - we have been before and whilst we had a lovely time and would recommend it to anyone as a hotel-based city mini break (we stayed in lovely B&B and also now know people who run a nice hostal if anyone's interested in going!), we have seen everything and don't want the worry of trying to find somewhere to park in a city unfortunately renowned for its pickpockets and other low level crime - we set off for the monastery of Monserrat.
50-odd miles north west of Barcelona, the most unlikely mountain rises almost in isolation from the surrounding countryside - a bit Gibraltar like to be honest. Known as the Serrated Mountain (mon-serrat), from a distance, its jagged peaks look like the jaw bone of a long buried dinosaur. Will said it looks like white noise on an oscilloscope then kindly dumbed it down to "the edge of a broken cracker". you get the idea :)
The museum and audio visiual experience had further entrance charges, as did the two further funiculars to the very top - don't miss a trick these monks! - and the cloud was coming in so we decided against a walk and headed on back down. Very, very glad we went though!
...a voluptuous but somewhat worn looking madam, sat on a garden chair, in a layby, fag in one hand, pallid thighs spilling out between black thigh high boots and black leather micro skirt, ample cleavage overflowing the tight black top, red lipsticked sulky pout, bored expression. you get the idea... :)
As dusk fell, we headed on north, ending up in picturesque sounding Roses.
The cliff top coffee
and edge of the world footpath rock scramble were pretty much perfect.
And we wiggled up the coast road, over the border, and down the other side into france. Where we hit petrol reality with a bump!
Vraiment, la vie est belle!
With love for now from Becky, Will and Jules on Wednesday, February 24, 2010