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Trans Provence day 5: best day ever!

We’ve said it before, but day 5 was the รผber best day ever, ever! We started out climbing… nothing new here. But we’ve started to get the hang of it, actually we are starting to like and enjoy it. Perhaps it was because the end of the week was getting awefully close, to deny that fact we choose to thoroughly enjoy the torture of walking up with a bike poking on your neck. I miss it now…


Today we had a gast joining our group, a small Tibetan Terrier deserted his master to go trailriding with us. On our first break he measured everyone in the group to see if any of us was willing to donate food to him. By this time we where living on sour sweets, not dog food so he was well out of luck. We waited but no sign of his master and we had to carry on, and he followed loyally.

We tried to discourage him to continue, but he was adament and we eventually called his master (who left his phonenumber on the dogs collar). The person we spoke was the owners wife, anad we agreed that we’d take Elou (I think that was his name, eventhough we all called him Benji, because he looked like a Benji) along to our lunch break. We needn’t worry about the dog, he’d be fine and we carried on.


A great ride, well exposed and ungulated and ended in a wicked descent into town. Elou was having the time of his life and Ash started to like having him around, telling Elou where to run behind him. The little bugger was a very obedient dog actually. Our descent ended in a little square where his mistress was waiting for him, knowing he was in trouble, he hid under our field-kitchen-table but was carried off anyway. Bye Bye!

The lunch never tasted as good and in the afternoon it was Julia’s turn again. More ungulated riding and plenty of exposed bit too. Too exposed for some, but we had the time of our lives. This was epic riding and yeah the best day ever.

Day 5

Trans Provence day 4: ungulate much?

After carrying our massive bags down many stairs we go to start day 4; yes it was the new best day ever. We started our day with Julia and she was explaining to us the trails ahead ‘a bit ungulated guys’. Apparently I made the face of oblivion and Sean explained it to me in a single hand gesture… oh right… that…

But we couldn’t stop smiling, ungulated meant something we were actually good at. It felt like we grew into the riding and we were in great shape to ride too.

By this time our little group was a well oiled machine, we had our own order of putting the bikes on the bike-rack. Inside jokes and smirkes. But this one comment from Michael made me lauch so hard… I didn’t know someone could be classified as “Mad as a box of frogs”… still funny.

Hairpin 101

Beautiful Roubion

We finished our morning session in the iconical village of Roubion. A tiny village (about 125 people) and quite ancient, but spectacularly build within the mountains. Roubion was also the inspiration of the Juliana Bicycles new bike Roubion (the womens ‘Bronson’), the bike that our guide Julia also rides. We now have intense fascination for this bike… a deep feeling of need. We NEED one.


Are we there yet?

After lunch Julia said Ash would take us up to the longest stage of the Trans Provence, I can’t remember is she said it was also the hardest stage. OMG doesn’t begin to describe how hard this stage is.

Is was an insane puzzle on the bike trying to keep the wheels roling was often the biggest issue. I was riding on trails that seemed so deserted, I was afraid I had taken the wrong trail and was lost all by myself. But ofcourse we survived the stage and got our mandatory beed as a reward afterwards.

That’s where we rode today!

Day 4

Trans Provence day 3: we shredded!

We woke up on day 3 feeling pretty great, we had a very tasty meal the other night, a great room and proper sleep quality, and we had some clean riding gear.

What are we having today Julia?

‘Today’, Jullia announced ‘there is NO uphill, I promise not more then 40 pedal stroked necessary guys… it’s a rest-day’.

Yes, 7 smiling bikers at breakfast ready for another awesome day, bring it on!

Ash drove us up to Col des Champs at 2080m altitude through walls of snow where we started our 40 pedal strokes through the meadow (all while humming ‘the sound of music’). And there it was… the one and only walk-up of the day. Easy peasy, right?


Picture: Julia Hobson

So long Cube… or not

We were only minutes away on the first stage down and I heard a “Help!” behind me, I quickly warned Sam who was just about to turn the corner and I walked back up. What happened?

Georg already grew tired of his Cube (that he later this summer would replace with ‘Mary’ the Liteville) and tossed it over the edge… a good 40-50 meters down. Sorry Georg but you’ll need it to get to the finish, so you better go and get it back.



After all that we kept a close eye out for the Cube, making sure George wouldn’t toss it again. The rear-wheel was in bad shape, it was eventually kicked back into-somewhat-shape for him to complete the Trans Provence, but it was clear. The end of life of the Cube was getting closer.

Best day ever!

Day 3 was the new best day ever (later we’d found out we would say that about almost every day). We where also one of the lucky few to have ridden the Grey Earth (got the pictures), it would sadly be distroyed a few weeks later.


Near the end of the day I lost my balance and ended in a ditch without being able to get myself out of it. After Annemieke and Sean where done lauching at me (thanks guys) they pulled me out and we finished the epic day of shredding.

We even got a compliment from Ash that made us smile from ear to ear for the whole week “you girls shredded today” …yay!

๐Ÿ˜€ finishing the day with a Grimbergen for all, another best day ever.


Day 3

Trans Provence day 1 and 2

So, here we are in Colmars day 2, after barely -or actually not really fully- surviving day 1. Day 1 was announced as the hardest day of the week, about 10 hours of riding and many many hours going up they said. For a moment I thought they might be pulling our legs…

Fully loaded backpacks with food and drinks, we set off on a fireroad uphill and we where just thinking… this we can manage… It was about to turn ugly.

Too much… too much… error…

Ash pointed out some tree near a signpost I couldn’t even see so far away it was. And high too. Just putting one foot after another and keep on walking, for a looooooong time. Sang some songs in my head and refrained from worrying too much. Because to be honest… I didn’t know how I was going to survive this day. Annemieke neither.

At one point we needed to carry the bike up, but there was no obvious path… so we’d just aim for the tree that was getting somewhat more visible… That was just to get to the first descent…

9ish we started off and around 14:30 we rolled in for lunch. And yeah… this was about all I could take at this time. We both couldn’t go on for another session like that. We cave in and we hopped on the bus and slept the rest of the afternoon trying to recover for the next day.


Day 2: another great day in the office

Monday we woke up pretty relaxt and ready to go. We had seen the profile of today and it promised a huge climb from the start. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a climb like this one. It was about meter per meter ascent at one point. We’d take a mini break every minute or so and did 500 meters uphill in the first hour. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, apart from dying on Sunday ofcourse.



But we didn’t die today. We made it at 1750 meters, had a good feed and an awesome trail down. This was so rewarding, so much hard work and a good downhill as a treat. Wanted more… and got more ๐Ÿ™‚ did 1600 up and a total of about 30km. We made it through today with the biggest smiles on our faces, great riding and good vibes all around. Tomorrow more, less climbing… Yeah actually NONE!

ps. Sang 23 potjes met vet…

Day 1

Day 2