Spanish Cycling Holiday

Majorca with Marcel (18-23 March 2010)

Inspirational views from the villas, terrain which dares me to attack it. Why not? We are riding with Marcel. Marcel Wüst. The man who has won stages on the Grand Tours. The man who in 2000 fulfilled a childhood fantasy of winning a stage at the Tour de France. I imagine I am him as we sprint through the quiet Majorcan wilderness.

We ride from the villas to Cap Formentor. I can see the lighthouse at the island’s tip. This is the most exhilarating road that I have ever cycled on. The Med is on either side of me. I cycle onwards on this narrow jut of land and reach the lighthouse. The views are sensational. The landscape photographer on our ride is excitedly snapping away. I can see the beaches we will visit later on. What a ride.

We make our first assault on the legendary Majorcan cols. Marcel encourages me, push through the pain barriers. I can see the summit of Puig Major in the distance. That is my goal today, that is my one objective.  Forget the office, forget the blackberry. I want, I will reach that summit. The feisty brunette banker feels it too and races alongside me. Marcel chats with me as the mountain flattens for a few hundred yards and temporarily forgives.

 


Don’t waste your energy throwing your body out from side to side he is telling me. Be controlled. Focus. Get a rhythm. My legs are like pistons, my brow is pouring with sweat, but I am there. I have reached the peak. Think I am one of the first up there. Yes!

We head towards Valdemossa. Haven’t seen a car all day. Sa Colobra is stunning, Lluc so charming. Serene. The rugged landscape is stirring, and then...whoosh...overtaken in a flash. Another peloton has flown past us. I can see why they spend so much time in Majorca. The places we have seen today are breathtaking.

Back to the villas and lounging by our own pool as the sun starts to disappear behind the mountains. I suppose I should get up now. The healing hands of the masseuse await me.

This is a cyclist’s paradise.