“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins

Saturday, 25 July 2009

Day 79 – 22nd July – Wednesday, Andorra

We spent most of the afternoon driving, heading north and away from the hoards of Brits abroad. We passed through some beautiful small Spanish villages before reaching the Andorran border about tea time….rush hour as it turned out!
We drove the 20kms or so to the capital and continued straight through. The city was full of car showrooms, perfumeries and duty free shops. We climbed right to the top of the Pyrenees and passed ski resorts, hotels and restaurants before settling at a place on the Andorra – France border called Pas de la Casa. We parked in a car park with about 30 other mobile homes and walked into town for a beer before dinner. Nothing too special, very pricey, (unless you want to buy cigarettes, alcohol, knives or a stun gun!) we had to be out of the car park by 8am, so we attempted an early night, but by 3am mobile homes were moving to shelter from the high winds that battered the car park.

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