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Published: July 14th 2018
The next day we headed from the campsite back towards Carcassonne to try out a track and test out the Wikiloc app, which shows you all the off road tracks that are around. The first track failed as the entrance was now too overgrown to drive down, so we headed off to find another. This one went well, and had some amazing views as well as not being very taxing on the trucks. By 6pm we started looking for a campsite. The first one was nothing but a field, but the next three were all closed down. This was tiring me out, but it did have the benefit of taking us through a bunch of local tunnels, until we finally found an open site next to a river.
As we carried on towards Andorra on day nine, we managed to do another off road track and see the Millau viaduct, which i haven’t been too since I was here with Dad on the motorbikes. Tonights campsite was naff, it was called Camping Bar, but the bar was closed, and the facilities weren’t much cop either. One funny thing, we found out through Facebook that night, the others were staying at
a campsite just 12 miles down the road. Day 10, and we took an off road track into Andorra, which ended at a ski resort, but as there isn’t any snow at the moment, it was full of off road buggies and bikes. The road down to Andorras capital was steep, and full of hairpin bends, which meant our brakes were cooked and smoking by the time we finally hit the bottom. After fuelling up for 90p per litre, we started trying to find a campsite using the tomtom. Of course the first two didn’t exist, but the third did, even if we turned up too early for them to be open, the owner appeared and we were in. We also past the others while driving through the middle of town, as we were heading to the third campsite they headed south and out of Andorra. That night there was a party in town, so there was loud music playing for most of the night. The next morning Mark walked in to town, as it was easier than trying to drive back in, to do a bit of souvenir shopping, only to find everywhere was closed. We then headed off
to find our next off road track, which would take us out of Andorra. Again the views were spectacular, well once the dust from our trucks had settled. By lunch we had reached a small spanish town to grab some food, and while we had a drink, we looked at another track for the afternoon.
This one brought us out to a small little church we recognised from a youtube video, and then finished at a campsite. This is where we met Marina, a Catalonian maths teacher who wanted to practice her english, so invited us for a beer and some dinner with her friends she had been mountain biking with. The next morning I woke very early and in desperate need of a loo, only to find all the facilities locked up!! This meant I had to use the port-a-loo I had from the camper, and just hope no one decided to walk up to the truck and say good morning, as the smell probably would have knocked them out. After breakfast, we made our way down the mountain and headed to a town for a few supplies. It was ridiculously hot, so we stopped walking around town
and headed for our next track. This one looked simple enough and started off well, until we were two thirds along it and got stopped by a huge pile of ice! There wasn’t a great deal of options as to turn around meant reversing along a tight track with a nice drop off on one side, or we use the small axe(the only thing we had to deal with it) to hack the shit out of the ice until we would be able to get past. IT took us a while but eventually we were through, but not before two hikers and a group of mountain bikers had been past to offer advise and watch us. We found a nice little campsite in Espot at the end, so could relax after a hard day.
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