The only things we needed to do today was get back to Barcelona to return the bikes, and make it to the airport in time for our flights to Amsterdam. We got briefly lost in the underground parking garage before heading out into the hot Spanish sun for the ride to our only stop for the day, Cardona castle.
Nice view from my balcony
The scary automatic garage door
No exciting roads today, just a rather hot and dull ride to Cardona. We walked around the castle for a little while, and then back to the hot and dull riding.
Cardona Castle
View of the salt mines. Back in the day, whoever controlled the salt controlled the region.
My trusty steed for almost 1200 miles on the trip
When we got back to Barcelona the breeze coming off the Med was wonderful – would have loved to park the bike and jump into the water for while right then.
The bike return was handled very professionally, with the staff going over every item on the checklist they had filled out on our departure. My gear was given a thorough inspection as well. This was quite different than our experience with Hermann at Moto Mader, where we basically just tossed him the keys and unpacked our stuff.
They had tried to call us a cab once we got the all-clear, but there was some issue so we had to drag our luggage a couple blocks towards the beach to a nearby hotel where there was a cab stand. We made it to the airport in plenty of time to hit the lounge and relax and shower before our flights to Holland.
All in, we put 1,900 kilometers on our trio of F700GS’s. I’ll post up a ‘final thoughts’ soon, and of course a write-up of our experience at the MotoGP at Assen.
Because of a small snafu I was on KLM, and Dave was on super-budget Vueling Air. This was the monster check-inline for Vueling
