Andorra

So after hearing from the Chester Hallers we felt boyed up and looking forward to Andorra. We made the decision to not stop at Toulouse but to push on incase customs was slow. Had been warned that it may take a long time.

 

We can see snow topped mountains yay, soon will be time for snow chains (admitedly a strange thing to get excited about!). The scenary is gorgeous and Colin takes some photos as we wind up toward the border.

 

The bordor was a bit of an anticlimax as there was no que and we drove straight through. It looks like in a afew months time they are going to have a brand spanking new ubber customs post but not now.  The road is carved out through the snow and reminds Chris of driving in Wales.

 

We end up with the ubiquitous local White Van man behind us and he is willing to travel that close to us it cant be that dangerous so we crack on at max speed.  After slidding round a couple of hair pins Chris gives up with glasses and switches to shades. May as well look cool when I die. (Colin: "look cool you???").

 

We arrive at the ski slopes and its breath taking. After the excitement of the turns we dont really feel like stopping and plan to stop for lunch on the backside. The Garmin is having an eppy and keeps loosing sat signal. It bleats away like a small child, compared to Colin who curses like an adult!.  Using the judgement of up must be the way we wont to go we suddenly amble over a saddle point and it all becomes down hill. A very rapid downhill. AT this point we have to let the mascot creat yellow snow and have an impromptu snow ball fight (not with yellow snow).

 

When we are coming down the sat nav decides to work and attempts to get us to drive through a tunnel at the last moment we spot it would actually take us back to near where we started to climb the other side!

 

The Spanish side of Andorra has buildings on every concievable point and there is heavy traffic. At the Spanish customs when asked are we bringing in ciggies or whiskey Colin attempts to point out the bottle of blue label vodka before Chris interceeds that we definatley have no whiskey and we are let on our way.  As we drive away it looks like the Spanish border is the one with the ques at (roughly 10km).

 

Barcelona here we come.....