Mit dem Motorrad durch die Pyrenäen: Vom Atlantik ans Mittelmeer! Der Film.

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Vom Atlantik ans Mittelmeer! Diese Motorradtour durch die Pyrenäen ist das ultimative Abenteuer für alle, die Freiheit, Natur und das Reisen mit dem Motorrad lieben. In diesem Film nehme ich dich mit auf eine atemberaubende Reise vom Atlantik bis zum Mittelmeer – 1300 Kilometer durch Frankreich, Andorra und Spanien. Die Route führt über spektakuläre Bergpässe, einsame Straßen und anspruchsvolle Offroad-Strecken, die jeden Motorradfahrer begeistern. Von grünen Tälern im Baskenland bis zu den kargen Höhen der Hochpyrenäen zeigt diese Tour die ganze Vielfalt dieser einzigartigen Gebirgskette.

Ich erzähle von beeindruckenden Momenten auf den höchsten Pässen, von unvorhersehbaren Wetterwechseln, von der Faszination, allein durch die Berge zu fahren, und vom besonderen Gefühl, nach Tagen auf der Straße endlich das Mittelmeer zu erreichen. Diese Motorraddokumentation verbindet eindrucksvolle Landschaftsaufnahmen mit persönlichen Erlebnissen, Tipps und ehrlichen Eindrücken.

Egal, ob du selbst eine Tour durch die Pyrenäen planst oder einfach Inspiration für deine nächste Motorradreise suchst – dieses Video zeigt dir, warum diese Route zu den schönsten Motorradstrecken Europas gehört. Ein Film über Abenteuerlust, Freiheit und das pure Erlebnis Motorradfahren.

00:00 Intro
01:10 Anreise
07:46 San Sebastian
10:15 Start in den Pyrenäen

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Wah! The Pyrenees have cast their spell over me, Annie. In the spring, I rode my motorbike to Barcelona and was able to get a glimpse of these mountains. Even though I only touched on them and got a tiny taste of the countless passes and routes, I knew immediately that I had to come back here: to this fascinating crossroads of cultures between France, Spain, and Catalonia; to the magnificent roads; and of course, to the food. The entire region is a culinary earthquake, with its epicenter in San Sebastian. This is exactly where my journey will begin. A tour that will take me from the Atlantic to the Mediterranean. And I will quickly discover that this trip has more in store for me than just curves and dirt roads. Many adventures await me, a new friend, and a region with some of the most beautiful scenery I have ever visited. It is the end of August when I set off this time without Annika . The plan is to drive to San Sebastian without tolls, but as quickly as possible, then over the mountains, switching between France and Spain again and again, and crossing the border into Andorra on smugglers’ routes, finishing the tour in Perpignon on the Mediterranean. So, the first stop is Frankfurt, or more precisely the Louis in Frankfurt, because I want a new glove after all. That definitely looked like a real attack helicopter. Wow. Over there on the left, it’s really the end of the world. There’s nothing left. Maybe a Norwegian, but awesome scenery. The sun is coming out, I can dry off properly. And the hotel only cost me €42. You should allow yourself three days for the journey to San Sebastian. I still have a good 1000 km to go and I’m somewhere near Sea, and if you don’t use the motorway, that’s quite a bit longer than you ‘d think. Google says around 14 hours, but with breaks and so on, that’s not possible today. On top of that, it’s rainy and grey and I don’t really feel like setting off. I wonder why people didn’t just pick normal hobbies. That would have worked too. Building model trains or something like that. Even golf would probably have been easier. The journey there is rather mixed. Especially when I set off, I always feel the urge to cover a lot of kilometres quickly. In Germany that’s fine. But after I cross the border into France, rain awaits me and is supposed to stay with me all the way to Spain. From the looks of things, some kind of wind turbine is stuck here. Well, if it keeps up like this, I’ll definitely forget about just driving through the country. The decision to forgo the toll and drive through the country is also proving to be a bad idea. Traffic calming to 30 km/h in built-up areas combined with lots of speed cameras simply holds people up. If you’re unlucky, you’ll also end up with a heavy goods vehicle. On the other hand, there are quite often pizza vending machines. Here they have Pizza 247. Well, there’s pizza. Finally, two-lane again. Little Chat was just as much of a castle. I mean, things really go well here, it’s a straight line. And gas stations turn out to be in short supply. You always have to keep an eye on the gauge. Yes, arrived after the second leg of the journey. Tomorrow, the third. There’s the motorway, there’s the bike, and now I’m going up there and into bed. I was actually thinking I’d pack the thin down jacket and winter lining again and throw that on top in case I have time on the way back to ride over the Western Alps and somehow take in three or four more passes, because it can be – that’s plus or minus mid-September – and it can be really chilly. I experienced that last year, so I thought, better take them with me. And now I have to wear them on the way there in the South of France because it’s 14°C and raining nonstop. I did not expect to need my down jacket in France at the end of August, but the constant rain is also driving the temperatures down. Only 350 km to go and the journey there will finally be over and the real tour can begin. That’s a pretty big bridge. There’s a really heavy traffic jam going in the opposite direction. My God, the traffic jam is at least 10 km long now. For the first time it’s been signposted. San Sebastian. Yes, hallelujah, right? When it rains, it really rains. I almost couldn’t react quickly enough to pack my stuff. I drove. It’s true, it’s really raining. These are definitely the Pyrenees. Finally. Once across the Spanish border the rain finally stops and after three exhausting days I reach San Sebastian. The first impression is fantastic. The weather plays a part, of course, but the city exudes a flair that you rarely find elsewhere. My first destination is the local mountain, Urgul. With over 80% humidity, the climb is more strenuous than expected, but you’re rewarded with a fantastic view of the bay and the beach, which is considered one of the most beautiful in Europe. A statue of Christ of Eles is a must up here, of course. Although the mountain is one of the hotspots for tourists, beer is under €3. Around midday, I start my descent. I’m looking for pinchos. They’re available on every corner, but in the central bars in the old town, they’re said to cost a small fortune. So, I wander a bit through the alleys before I find some on the outskirts of the old town, prices for €3 to €5. At the hotspots, prices are often between €5 and €8. But every bite is a little explosion of flavor. The food here is simply amazing. So, you have to say, San Sebastian definitely lives up to its reputation when it comes to food. Aside from the pinchos, there’s also a little coffee shop on every corner, right? A bakery. They have a thousand variations of amazing little cakes, miniature cakes, some of which cost just 50 cents, little balls or something. These are some kind of almond pastries. Pretty epic for €2. After eating, I stroll along the promenade to the Peine del Vianto. The wind crests are rather boring, though. They probably need wind and waves to really work. On the way back, I briefly explore the garden of the former summer residence of the Spanish kings. It’s designed in the English style and a stark contrast to the Mediterranean flair of the city. After my return trip, I look for a small restaurant. They have grilled carrots with vinegar yogurt vinaigrette and short ribs with Basque pimientos. Both are simply amazing. What an amazing city. So, Donostia, or rather San Sebastian, is definitely worth a visit. It’s also great from a culinary perspective. You could probably go out for pinot noir every lunchtime and every evening and keep discovering culinary highlights. I’ve only had a quick peek, actually. So, now I’m off out of the city straight into the Pyrenees. It’s nice and winding, then a short stretch of, well, minimal gravel. It’s supposed to be quite relaxing, but apparently very beautiful. Then another really winding stretch and then I have to see how and when I can find accommodation or when I’m going to end the day, because a heavy rain front is supposed to move through here this evening or maybe this afternoon, and in terms of quality of life, this is of course absolutely amazing. I’ve only driven for half an hour and I’m already in the middle of the mountains. It’s enough to make you jealous. The weather isn’t really working out today. I was actually hoping it would clear up a bit towards the mountains. Here it really feels like you’re driving through a green jungle. It’s really cool. What a view. The landscape behind San Sebastian is truly astonishing, even though the highest peaks of the Pyrenees lie on the other side, on the Mediterranean. Here, you can truly enjoy motorcycling. The stone-built houses of the small towns also give the region a very special charm. What a cute place. You also notice that the Basque Country, or at least The region here is also rather, I don’t want to say alternative, but you can see that it’s not that tidy. There’s a lot of street art, a lot of art, a lot of anti-establishment stuff. So, you always get the impression that it’s a bit of a rebellion. So that the whole thing isn’t just a relaxing tour, I chose a gravel track right at the beginning. This is the introduction, or rather the start of one of the first tracks. Nothing special. It’s supposed to be quite relaxing. It’s really only 14 km, most of which, as you can see, is probably either paved by now or is generally paved. Oh, that’s fine. It goes straight up steeply here. Now onto the unpaved road. Wow, there are some washouts in there too. This is supposed to be one of the easiest routes. You should always keep an eye on the sat nav here. There are numerous gravel roads and taking a wrong turn can quickly get you into trouble. But you’ll be rewarded with unique views. It seems to be a good turn. Yeah, not riding random tracks. I’ll be able to avoid this big effort if it just keeps going up here. The reward is obviously greater the other way around. When you get up here, you’ve basically hit the most beautiful spot with the most beautiful view right where it ends . But this is really good for riding. At least I wouldn’t do it on a motorcycle with street tires. You could probably blast through here, but I, I think you should know, no, it’s too narrow. It’s too narrow. It’s over there and the money. I’ve already driven down another steep little slope. You really have to be careful here. There are so many tracks and fades where you can and, above all, are allowed to ride. I also really like places. Well, this style, this coffee shop, is already full of vermouth and beer. Of course, Sunday 1 p.m. It’s so absurd that you haven’t had anything to drink yet. Isn’t that wonderful? There could be a few fewer clouds, but otherwise, just let me through the gears here. You’re cool, aren’t you? It’s always like that, I find it intimidating to stand next to it. And welcome to France. It’s been warm but cloudy all day. In the afternoon that changes. Just before the border to France it gets wetter and starts to drizzle. I stop at a café and eat flan. Shortly afterwards the first thunderstorm front moves through. I book a hotel while I’m still having my second coffee. But I make the fatal mistake of not checking the route. The first thunderstorm front has definitely passed through. I’ve waited it out quite cleverly. The small roads here are definitely nice. You just have to imagine the sun. You have to imagine what it would be like if it were 25°C here and the sun was shining brightly. Oh man, hey. I thought I’d just drive this little bit, so that tomorrow, today, I can do as much distance as I can, just around the corner from the hotel, because then I’ll have to drive down there tomorrow. It’s definitely interesting and brave to add a central reservation here, because it’s completely unnecessary. Why I chose this particular route when the sun was shining would be a completely different story. But my God, I just want to get there. But there’s no other damn road here. The weather is getting worse and the clouds are getting thicker. When the trees become even fewer and lightning flashes on the mountains ahead of me, I turn around. Back in the valley, I realize that the alternative route to the hotel is over 100 km longer. So I wait for a break between two thunderstorms and make a second attempt to get over the mountain . I really got away with it. I just drove up there on the other side of the valley. The storm was so intense on the mountain and You can really see where the tree line ends, and then there were three flashes of lightning. I did n’t turn around first, because that was when I was really scared. But there simply is n’t a stupid road that just goes down there in the valley. I can only drive this way. There’s no other way to get to where I’ve just parked my stupid hotel; I hadn’t imagined it would be any different. I should have just booked a different hotel, somewhere closer to the valley below. Thank you very much. And tipping over there would be stupid too. Oh man, hey. I hope it just goes back down a bit. There were definitely sheep and horses there again. I hope that was the highest point. Now it just goes back down again, you just have to drive on this high plateau if you can’t go anywhere else. But the road is paved, so it doesn’t count as an adventure yet. It just feels a bit like one. Well, for my dosage, it’s already adventurous enough with the weather in the area up there. I really can’t see my hand in front of my face at times. Everything is fogged up. Everything is perfect. Ah, I hope you can see something. But of course it’s a great view now. I’m out of the clouds… and hopefully out of the worst too. And here a valley opens up. Well, there it is. The hot shower and the Rika make up for the second part of the day. This was definitely a beautiful little gem in terms of mountains. The building is much bigger than you’d think because of the steep drop down the slope. It’s at least five stories high. So, now there are definitely two days of asphalt, I guess. Two or three, before we head towards Andorra on a couple of gravel roads and the sun actually comes out. Wonderful, this time a board. The meadows are still completely wet here. What a landscape. The rain has actually stopped, and I can experience the Pyrenees in all their glory. I’ll be crossing the border between France and Spain three times today . At Puerto de Laar, it’s still overcast in the morning and so chilly that I pull my down jacket back under my suit. Ah. What? What a cute little Spanish mountain village. Saba, or something like that. Around midday on the Coldilla Pierre Sainton Martin, the weather finally changes, revealing the unique landscape at an altitude of over 1,700 m. The landscape with these jagged cliffs is truly spectacular. Now the sun is actually coming out again. In a bit better weather, it probably would have been 10,000 times more spectacular, but even so, it’s an absolutely stunning route. Guys, there’s no grass here. This is asphalt, right? This is definitely not the main road, but it’s still paved, so they can’t be that far away. Man, must it have been raining here? God. On the way down, the temperature quickly climbs toward 30°C. The roads here are tiny. There’s no traffic and nowhere to stop. So I just have my lunch snack on the road. It’s a cute little place in the middle of a valley, and at least from the way I drove in, I’d say that really not much is happening here. Not much comes through here, not much drives in. There probably has to be another major road from another direction, otherwise I can’t imagine how big it is. There’s still farm produce and such. It all has to be transported away, but it’s really nice. And there’s really not much going on. So I’m really glad I brought quite a lot of food with me, or I’ve just finished up my leftovers, because nothing’s happening here. Finding something to eat at lunch is difficult. To impossible, I’d say. At least where I’ve been driving now, and also on the passes and so on. I think I could have stopped at a restaurant, but it was exactly 12 o’clock and I wasn’t really hungry yet, and then there was nothing else. What a fortress for a portalette. Something hewn into the rock too. Bullet damage. The whole thing goes through the rock. Ah, that’s awesome. So, it really goes up to the Colte Somport, at least here in the valley, with two lanes in places or something. So, if you’re up for it, you can really let it fly here. It ‘s really good fun, because there’s nothing going on here. Especially after these wind roads, which I love, when it gets really small and then just like that and then right and then left and then this and this and that. Sure, you get the feeling you’re standing still because you ca n’t really go fast there, but I just like these little bends, and the variety here is absolutely breathtaking. Of the few cars you see, I just noticed a German one from Bavaria , and I think that was one from Maisen. There are actually a few German license plates here and there, even though there’s not much going on here anyway. So here you get the impression that you ‘re already well out of the mountains. That’s a bit misleading, but it’s still 800 m. One day the thermometer hit 20°C again. On the Spanish side the landscape drops away into a plateau. The weather is holding, so this time I look for a campsite. Here I meet Ray, whose real name is Pimon. He’s British and on his way to Barcelona. Tomorrow. I think there’s a reason why I treat camping more like a Churchell. As long as it’s still warm, you feel like you’re being boiled in a shitty sleeping bag. And then, when it gets freezing cold at night, you freeze. I do n’t think I’ll ever be a camping fan again in this lifetime. We pack up quickly. Ray has a, let’s call it, idiosyncratic way of packing his motorbike. And I’ve also won Ray over as a companion. He definitely wanted to ride with us for a bit, even though I’m not going in his direction at all. I’m actually headed for Barcelona, ​​and now I’m heading north again. Oh, hey, it might be nice. 11°. I really could have put on some winter clothes, but at least the view is good. After the supermarket, we set off for the first pass. Ray, by the way, is a bus driver at Etherow Airport, and therefore not a big beer drinker. There are strict rules for drivers at the airport, and even the smallest infraction could cost him his job. There are regular checks, which, for Ray, are very un-British. No pain after work when you have to go back to work the next day. A bit hardcore with his already good setup. It has a bit of a pirate-like feel to it. Oh, that’s the area. What a huge ski area this must be. Our first destination is Koldeportale. At almost 1800 m, the landscape is completely different this time to the passes from the day before. Ray actually only wanted to ride to the top of the pass, but then decided to stay longer. Welcome to France. What a landscape. Well, that must have been Kolte Portalett. It’s really worth driving along here, definitely worth it. Wow, I probably just have to be careful that no one just backs out. And from the pass, on the French side, you come down into a gorge here. That’s pretty nice too. Wow. That’s the name of our second stop today, Koldeobisk. What a view. Isn’t that awesome or is that awesome? Behind here the last clouds disappear and you finally get the impression that you’re out and about in summer again. Ah. Cold Solor or Solor, I don’t know, also really good. It’s almost a shame, it’s really spectacular, but if you’ve just seen the other one, this is definitely Again, not the main road that we turned onto somewhere here. All the more beautiful. There’s no traffic here. An absolute dream. What a gigantic view. So we’re not going to miss the opportunity to head for Colde Tentis today. It’s absolutely gigantic up here. The view into the valley basin, the Sirk de Gavie, makes up for the icy cold wind that whistles over the mountains up here. The Pikdumabore massif is so huge that it’s difficult to get it all on camera. It’s almost more spectacular on the way down than on the way up. Incredible, really absolutely unique here. Unique and full of campervans. Back down, I have to say goodbye to Ray. He wants to drive on and go back to Spain. I, on the other hand, feel bad about the tent and book myself another place to stay. After the really miserable night in the tent yesterday, I’m completely worn out. That was a really long day, lots of sun, and I think you can see it a little under my eyes. I’m just really exhausted. Just like my batteries. Everything is charging here, the whole Christmas tree, and that’s really not here. It’s a small room. There’s the motorbike. I think it’s actually intended for cyclists. Here are three picture rooms, but what can I say? €46 with breakfast. Yes, I’m going to go and get something to eat now and then that’s it for today. Communication with the innkeeper was a bit difficult, but if I’ve learned one thing while travelling, it’s how to order wine. I eat my provisions with a magnificent view of the valley and then fall into bed early and dead tired. Producing these films takes a lot of work and costs a lot of money. So if you’d like to support the channel, take a look at bennetsmotours.com. There you’ll find the GPX files for all my tours and, among other things, this picture book. It’s from this film and comes in a slightly smaller format. It comes with all the anecdotes that I couldn’t fit into the film and, of course, with a more detailed story. And even if that might not be for you, something like that always makes a great gift. The accommodation and location here was absolutely amazing. It’s beautifully situated up here. It’s much warmer too. I’ve decided to head back to Spain earlier and take in another dirt road. So today I’m going over the Touris Colte Touris in France, then over to Spain. And the crossing there isn’t a pass, I think it’s a tunnel. It’s definitely a pass for cyclists. Probably surrounded by Tour de France legends. But you’d have to be interested in cycling to know that. It’s no wonder it’s so popular. The landscape towards Koldeturmale certainly gives me hope. On the way up I can even spot marmots with the drone. There’s already so much going on on the pass itself that I only make a quick stop here before descending the other side. Wonderful. And then I even saw two marmots hanging there. A really good camera is a must, of course. It’s a definite plus if you want to take photos like that with you. What a fantastic landscape. You can clearly see that the Pyrénées generally gain altitude towards the east . The peaks rise ever further into the cloudless sky. Motorcycling here is simply unbelievable fun. In the older ones, you sometimes see cows appear on the road, but it’s much more extreme here near the Pyrénées. Kolde Aspin. Awesome. Such a group of scooters. I think the cow just kicked the lady over. It’s so crazy here. It looks so awesome, the way it goes down there. Okay. I ‘m approaching Spain, and this Lithuanian here has Diger, you have three red letters. Oh, so you want to park here? Okay, not a bad route. Both for driving and for viewing. Not bad at all. Here you’re actually quite glad that you have a bike like this, which has a lot of power. I still don’t need it. 20 horsepower less would easily be enough, and in return you’d save a lot of weight, etc., etc. And today, for the first time, the weather is really, really, really great. Yesterday it was good, but still really cold, but here it is, despite the strong wind and 1600 meters of altitude. From the looks of it, the tunnel has one lane. The tunnel is really damn long. Or is it just because we’re creeping along, but I think it is really long. I didn’t even see how long it was. I’d be surprised if I didn’t make up for it right now. Spain. This time I’m crossing the border into Spain in the tunnel through the Aragonese Bielsa at an altitude of 1825 m. The tunnel is actually toll-free and has an exit on the Spanish side where you can give it a bit more gas. Wow! Damn the ski traffic jam. Ski traffic jam. Ski traffic jam. Ski traffic jam, I think I read. Definitely a dream. Nice. On the way to the town of Plan, I cross an absolutely spectacular valley. The vegetation on the Spanish side is much drier here, the climate more pleasant. The valley here is definitely worth a visit. Before I set off on the first gravel road of the day, I eat something in a restaurant for the first time since San Sebastian. It’s very sweet. Behind Plan, the route goes straight up to Puerto de Saun. The route is easy to drive. It climbs high, and the view gets better around every bend. Ah, it’s actually quite good uphill here. Wow. Yes, it seems like they’ve already resurfaced the road up there with the concrete slabs. What a view. At just over 2000 m, it’s simply fantastic. This makes gravel driving really fun. Of course, it’s still a long way from off-road, but it’s definitely not boring, and that’s what counts, especially given the landscape. How awesome it is here. It’s just, it’s absolutely amazing. And then there are routes here that are described as anything from spectacular scenery to insignificant scenery to boring, but absolutely awesome tracks with everything an off-road driver could wish for. And I mean, if you live here or something and see it as a sport, okay, but I would still do it, to come here, to be able to ride here, to be able to ride in a relaxed manner, to have this view, to have been here, to have seen this. You can also see from the motorbikes and campers that this is more of an El Dorado for all things off-road. Before, it was really more for pensioners. You can probably blast through this landscape on a million paths and tracks. Wow, you have to love Spain for roads like these , how you could fly here if you wanted to. As good as I think it’s the traffic. Motorcycling has been fun the last few days, but without traffic it’s a completely different experience. When there’s simply nobody here. Motivated by the experience, I ride quickly along the main roads directly to the second gravel track. I quickly learn that I won’t let such a brilliant experience be duplicated straight away. The gravel is rough and the gradient much steeper than you can see in the pictures. Riding here is considerably more challenging than the first track. In terms of the gradient and the gravel ratio, it’s definitely a different story than what we’ve just seen. Yes, it’ll happen sooner or later. I hope the tent’s okay. And that’s stupid. Yes, the only idea is to reduce the weight a bit here. Shit. Then you can tackle the incline here. Fuck me, that’s a really stupid move. But I won’t stop here either. We’ll fold up. Ah. All for the pictures, right? Okay, everything ‘s going well. I hope so. Okay. If it goes well, it’s always fun, right? Then let’s see how I get out of here again. Off, off. In any case, it doesn’t seem to have done much for the bike. The climb hardly decreases as the route continues. But you are rewarded with awesome scenery. Even higher. The trek is over in 3 km. Most of the time it’s not completely unpaved, but maybe it’s different here. In any case, that’s quite a lot of fun, and again. Not g lie. Man, what a view. How good. What an awesome area. What, really, the main roads alone make it fly when you just drive through the countryside, it’s so cool here and on every corner there are some kind of treks and dirt roads that you can ride. I don’t want to try them under any circumstances, I’m really not the type for that. Even the ones I picked out here, which had a description and a difficulty level and so on and so forth, that’s something that changes me. Well, the one this morning, you can drive with a road vehicle, no problem at all. This one is steep, with rough gravel. Oh, yes, you can drive it, but it’s a whole different ball game. So, on we go. I’m so lucky it’s not wet here. Was just [ __ ] Back on the main road, I’m going to take it easy again. Long curves and Spanish pyae in the evening light. Simply fantastic. I’m not so lucky with the accommodation today. To be honest, I’ve felt more comfortable when I parked somewhere. So, I’ve experienced a lot, but this is also my first time in Spain. I’m staying in a hotel here, it’s at the end of some kind of run-down pedestrian zone. There used to be a house here, and well, the pedestrian zone looks even busier there. But the only people living here are swamps. My room is up there. Well, the room is clean and I can charge the batteries and it was cheap. So, the back of the hotel looks like this. At least my bike is parked here now. There ‘s a small passageway that leads back to the main pedestrian zone. Well, I’ll keep my fingers crossed that everything will still be there tomorrow. Right? Good morning, my neighbors. Early start. I didn’t sleep much. Now I have to buy new stuff. To the supermarket and then it’s off to a nice dirt track. Hopefully one that’s a bit more relaxing than the second one from yesterday. I’m enjoying the fast and relaxed driving in Spain. After a wonderful stretch in the early morning hours, I quickly find myself faced with the first problem of the day. Well, that still looks illegal. The information network was no longer up to date. Well, there’s no point in shedding tears now. It’s always like this. Now, of course, it’s annoying, and I’m annoyed about why it has to be like this and why you can just drive here with 4×4 vehicles for €5. But you’re not allowed in with other vehicles. Not with cars or motorized vehicles, including electric ones, which somehow makes this acoustic protection zone a bit absurd, because you’re obviously still allowed to drive in with regular vehicles and 4x4s. This is a bit annoying, but it was probably because a few people overdid it. Some motorcycle group or quad group or something. It would probably be quite easy to drive there. The noise level would probably be perfectly fine with my motorcycle, but a few people overdid it, and now it’s just the same for everyone, and if people don’t comply, the fines will be even higher, and it’s always the same. This is a race track here. Well, it’s definitely not small. The race track up to Portal Kant makes up for the frustrating morning. But that shouldn’t be the only disappointment of the day. Okay, You definitely can’t get any further here and you simply can’t get in at any cost. Yeah, fine. In the first one you could have still driven if you resisted. Here you can, of course you can forget about it. That’s really great. I was really looking forward to it. So, today seems to have gone awry. Somehow I decided , hey, I’ll just take a relaxed drive to Andorra. It’s nice over this long dirt track, up this awesome mountain, but it’s really, really closed. The funny thing is, I’m now driving through Sort again, or Sort, the place where I spent the night. That’s where I basically started this morning. Then I did a turn and drove through Sort again. Up here. Now come down here, drive through Sort again, go to Alinz or Eilins, and if the route is closed there too, then I’ll drive through Sort again. It wasn’t until the end of the day that I realized I could have easily chosen a different route for the closure. A subsequent glance at the map showed an alternative route from the Portel canton. Bad luck, but a good reason to visit the region again. This view almost made driving here worthwhile. Around midday, I followed a tiny road to the second smugglers’ track. The gorge still winds its way through the Spanish mountains on a beautiful paved surface, before merging into a forest and gravel road a good 10 km before the Andurian border. You’d hardly believe it, but you’re actually allowed to drive here, even though Andorra isn’t far away now. So, let’s go. It’s forbidden to drive faster than 10 kilometers per hour. I wonder if that’s really that easy to do? And then there really is such a quaint little mountain village here. The route is definitely not easy, but it is a lot of fun. It’s always steep uphill, including fords and changes in the ground. Yes, but you shouldn’t underestimate the fact that there are some pretty bumpy roads here. Something is already glimmering past you, quite nicely . Straight ahead and it continues. It’s already making good progress here. Above all, it’s really high the whole time. The clouds are getting thicker. It was forecast that it would get cloudier, or maybe even rain. M. Here, too, you have to expect horses on the route and oncoming traffic. But you are treated to a gigantic landscape. I’ve already deactivated the internet on my phone because of Andor. This way I can ride undisturbed and all by myself through this fantastic landscape. 1 km after about 900 m. That’s not bad at all. H the clouds have gone from thick clouds to thick, dark clouds and we have a shift baby again, right at the border on the Porte Kabü and then the asphalt starts again. Up here you are rewarded with a breathtaking view and a race track descent into the valley. 2572. That means, up there on whichever peak I was, where it goes over to Spain it is even higher. Not bad. I didn’t think so. The last time we were here in Andorra in June, we really just drove through. It was quite good on the way. We wanted to take a look and yes, there are beautiful places that are connected here as a country, but otherwise they are either building projects or everything is built over. Apart from that, as you can see, you can really only do shopping here, except probably during the ski season. During the ski season it must be hell here because everything seems to be geared towards Andorra’s other economy, well, other than skiing and shopping and, of course, financial tax evasion is a mystery to me. The rest of Andorra is not worth it at all. Lots of traffic, lots of construction sites, and it drags on until the evening, when I finally reach my hotel just before the first rain. It’s always a great idea to book hotels so close to the top of the pass. It’s 5°C outside, but it’s supposed to be 25 plus or something like that. So it ‘s not really time to dress really nicely right now. By the way, I don’t want to know how much this hotel costs when it’s actually ski season here. It’s right next to the lift and right up here in Andorra, just before all the other ski resorts. I have no idea, it has Spar and whatever, but it didn’t even cost 45 euros, 44 something. And for me it’s perfect of course, because I can start straight away on the pass. Fill up with petrol at the top and then I’m going to do a nice little tour through France today. There are one or even two more passes to go over and then, if it’s not closed again, it’s off to a really nice little dirt track with hopefully another really good highlight before I drive the last few meters directly to the Mediterranean. It’s the last day in the Pyrenees like 1. Nice. When we drove over here in June, we even stopped up there and bought some things, but everything here was covered in clouds. Soaking wet when we got to the top. And despite an outside temperature of 6°C, we went all out. 2400 and a few squashed. The route up to the Port of Envallerer is just the first highlight of the day. It’s fresh, but the sun creates an absolutely gorgeous picture. This pass isn’t just the highest pass in the Pyrenees, it’s also the highest pass in Europe that’s open all year round. And straight into the clouds. Above the clouds, of course, also means in the clouds on the descent. But the weather clears up again less than an hour later on the ascent to Kolde Palheres. Coming down from the Pastella Casa, it’s already straight back up again. And the weather is better again. For a moment I thought France was somehow cursed this holiday. Because it was so bad on the way there and then every time we crossed the border into France the weather was simply much worse. The pass, at 2001 m, is considered the most beautiful in the French Pyrenees and it is still so early that I practically have it to myself. Amazing. Very beautiful. I drive down the other side, taking small bends and tiny roads. The temperatures are rising and driving is really fun here. Horses upon horses and little foals too. The route down here to the gorge is also really great. There is hardly anywhere you can stop. Here, for once, there is something where you could actually stop. And there is simply nothing else there. I think I drove through a town, to the tiny little Stenströßchenort. Apart from that, it is really just a river and the road. And so I reach the Gorg de St. George before midday. Gorg de St. Gorg, the Gorge of Saint George. What a ride. Wow, you don’t really want to rush through it that quickly. You can’t rush through it that quickly. That’s about it, I guess. Cool. I somehow thought it would be longer. Back here, the climate is getting surprisingly dry, and the kilometers just fly by. It’s crazy how the vegetation has changed again. Up there in the mountains and by the gorge, everything was so green and wet and, yes, leafy. And here it’s much rockier, drier now. It’s not quite like the Spanish side, but it’s definitely more Mediterranean. Yes, through this little patch of earth. Cat Crossing, you can really get lost there, wondering where the main road is and what’s supposed to lead you on. I ride through tiny towns and along gorges before I find a good spot for my lunch picnic. Shortly after that, the last gravel road in the Pyrenees opens. Alright, that looks more than relaxing. That’s even what I imagined. This is a really cool road, and you can’t be afraid of falling over on it. I think you can see more there. Yes, you can see more there. Cool. Minimal foot traffic up here. Ah, there it is. Wow, the wind is blowing up here. This tower is one of a series of towers that were used as signal towers in the late Middle Ages. And what an awesome thing that you can just drive up here. The road is easy, it’s so much fun. Unfortunately, it’s too short, but you get up here and have this view of the Mediterranean. What a first end to a really, really awesome tour. To find something like this as the very last place in the Pyrenees is just brilliant. And now we’re off to the beach. Oh, I have to get down here now. Nice. I mean, it looked from this side as if you still have to get down somewhere. That it went really well again. That was awesome. And now I’m taking the fastest route, probably paying, I don’t know, a €2 toll or something, to the campsite. Because down by the sea the weather should be much better again. On the way out of the mountains, I feel like I can already smell the sea. As the day draws to a close, I drive the last few meters on the motorway. And now, having started from the Mediterranean and then the Atlantic, I’ve arrived at the Mediterranean. I just manage to put up my tent and then enjoy a dip in the Mediterranean with the last rays of sunshine. The season is more than over here, even though it’s still quite warm. To round off the tour and say goodbye to the Pyrenees, one of the last restaurants still open serves mulse fried food – an absolutely delicious end to an absolutely magnificent tour. For the return journey, I’ve also planned something very special: the motorway, which first runs along the sea before turning towards the mountains. After Exon Provence, you first drive along the Massif Central before heading towards Alten at Gap. Near Brian, I cross the border into Italy and turn right at the roundabout towards Sestrier. The sky is cloudless and it’s only 4 p.m., so I drive onto the Asietta combat road that same day. Up here, I had my first experience with gravel. The Western Alps are simply amazing. The next day, I return to Germany via the Benina and the Hartenjoch and visit friends in Bavaria again. I’ve been on the road for 12 days now, over 5,000 km behind me, 1,300 of them in the Pyrenees alone. I’ve been able to enjoy fantastic food, ride endless curves, and experience adventures. What a privilege. We in Europe are so spoiled with breathtaking motorcycle regions, magnificent food, and so many cultures converging in such a small space. Especially in the Pyrénées between Spain and France , you feel how limitless travel can be. A few hours’ drive, and the language, mentality, and landscape change . It’s not just roads you cross, but small worlds. In the end, the realization remains that traveling isn’t just about racking up the miles. It’s about allowing yourself to be transformed by places, absorbing the moment, and sharing your experiences with others. It’s the encounters with the people you meet along the way that really bring a trip to life. They give her stories and moments that go far beyond the roads and landscapes. And so I don’t just take memories of passes and panoramas with me, but also the feeling that every kilometer is a little piece of life, intense when you experience it alone and yet infinitely more beautiful when you can share it with loved ones. Take me any go My rocking shoes. I keep dancing, dancing. I keep daning dancing. You don’t know there nothing to do. Put it out your head and just pretend. 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