Took a train in Pau. He'll bring me to Bram from where it's  less than three hours biking to reach home.

I was very lucky to be able to catch the small mountain train to Canfranc. Doing so I avoided some icy showers and a  bit of though climbing. Nevertheless I arrived in France soaked to the skin.  But what an astonishing beauty the early autumn on this altitude on the French side...really breathtaking...

a beautiful hilly day

adeus portugal: to morrow ferry to spain

Continent ends here. Cabo de S. Vincente.

Lisboa ferry to Monjito

Contemporary art in Lisbon: multidimensional writings by Lut Caenen

sand-stormy headwinds-rain...a rough and roaring day

and then came the rain

Europe anno 2015 : a school. Seeing this (my grandfather wouldn't believe it) tongue-ties me. 

I must admit: I'm not from here

swimming in river among stars

vineyard in Douro valley.

Portugal whaaaw I love this country.

This Portugese wine though..

una (fron)terra

alameda

El camino is a way.
I have to go mine.

Feels like Spain. Iruña in the valley.

Garonne

To Lisbon?

On the picture: Wise men in Barna, they are not from here.

Averbode - La tourette

Home

Canal du midi

They cherish the 238 version. I can't blame them for that. It's all natural as are the radon bubbles in my drinking water. ( drunk 2 bio beers...feels like heavy back wind)

Garonne

A merkaba on a rooftop in Cendrieux frozen in time.

Dordogne à Couze