Day 11, Final Leg . Tarascon- Aigues Morte. 65 kms

We left our apartment at 11:00 having had a muffin breakfast provided by the lovely Olga, our host. We cycled through a few hundred metres of the old town then were almost immediately crossing the Rhone and into the Occitanie region; feeling like we were almost home!!

Leaving Tarascon
Into our region but still 400 kms from home!

We were soon onto a cycle path following a Rhone canal to the Mediterranean Sea. All the beautiful mountain view’s and clean air were now out of view behind us and ahead was the Camargue.

After cycling all day across this area I wondered why the Camargue is such an attraction to so many🤔.

Yes, there are lots of white horses, often seen with white egrets, pecking off insects from their backs, but generally it’s fairly boring.

Many kms of straight tracks through the smelly mosquito swamps. Sometimes on potholey gravel paths or following straight canals or ditches. Most of the tracks were surrounded by tall bamboo or elephant grass, so there was only the odd chance to catch a view of the rice paddy fields. For 60kms we only passed through one other town (or even village), St Gilles, located on a canal. Here we enjoyed a good rest and some lunch before heading back into swampland.

Lunch stop in St Gilles.
A good straight canal path for 12 km. Fast but a little boring.
We were then on small tracks, often worn into corrugations whilst crossing swampy mashes . surrounded by bamboo and elephant grasses.
Rice, growing in the smelly stagnant swamp.

Nearing Aigues Mortes we were again following a large canal with several tourist boats.

I had to smile, when we cycled past this one carrying a rack full of bikes promoting cycle holidays!! The passengers were all sitting on deck drinking beer in their cycling gear whilst the boat propelled them along a very good cycling path! 😁🥴

I’ve never seen a storks nest this far south🥴
A brand new cycle path being built, which, if open, would have reduced a long length of road work for us
Aigues Morte, a strange name for a lovely town; apparently called this the Romans meaning “Dead water”

The old town is beind the very large beautiful wall, where we enjoyed some great local Tapas dishes.

The defending archers even had the luxury of seats!
Another day gone; off to see the sea next!

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