Saturday, 9 July 2011

The Peloton Rides

We were joined in Noirmoutier by John McGarry, who was a regular member of our bike riding group between Meadowbank and Parramatta on Sunday mornings, while in Australia for summer. He caught up with us to see the start of the TDF and stayed with us in Noirmoutier.

The opportunity to reform part of the Meadowbank Peloton for an international sojourn was too good to miss, particularly in a place which describes itself as the île du vélo.  On the day we arrived we hired bicycles and rode to the Passage du Gois and back, a mere 32 km round trip, half of it into the wind.  On the Sunday, after John had gone, Dominique suggested we hire some bikes and ride the 8 km circuit described on the notice board near our hotel.  We got lost and rode around half the island – another 30km – but saw all the beaches and some pretty towns along the way.  Both of these rides was on dedicated bike pathways, well sign posted and connected to the main square in the centre of town.

This morning’s news in Le Mans is that the local Conseil Régional for the Sarthe area has announced that it will soon be possible to ride on dedicated bike paths from Le Mans to Mount Saint Michel and from Le Mans to Paris within a year. 

The horizons of the peloton may yet spread further afield.

Noirmoutier

Noirmoutier-en-l’ÎIe is the main town on the Île du Noirmoutier, not surprising really. The island which is located about 4.5 km off the Atlantic Coast of France is connected to the mainland the Passage de Gois, a cobbled causeway built at the point where the waters meet at high tide and part first as the tide goes down. No one seems to be saying when the Passage was constructed, but a local told me that it was established when the Dutch were running the island which places it at somewhere after 1657.

Sitting out on the edge of France, with a solid strategic position, it seems to be a favourite place to invade. The Vikings started the habit in the early 800s, arriving every year around salt harvest time to collect some of the valuable product.  The English tried and failed in 1342,1360 and 1396, the Spanish in 1524 and 1598 but the island held out against all of these before it fell to the Dutch in 1657. Noirmoutier was the site of the final act of the Vendee uprising against the French Republic in 1793.

It is this last event which still plays a strong role in the island’s self image. First some background. Following the revolution in 1789 and the Reign of Terror, the French Republican Government sent its armies to Vendee (the area to which Noirmoutier attaches) in 1793 to conscript 300,000 young men for the Republican Army.  The Vendee area was not so enthusiastic about the revolution – it supported the King and the Catholic Church – and so the locals decided that if they were to die fighting, they would do it for something they believed not something they opposed. From this was born an army which captured considerable weaponry from the Republicans and defeated the Republicans in several decisive battles over the next year or so. They were eventually defeated in Le Mans and the result was the execution of around 15,000 prisoners.  The Republicans did not stop there and sought to eliminate all opposition by wiping out towns, crops and buildings all the way from Le Mans to the coast.

The remnants of the Royalist army, including its leaders Le Tesselier and Fontiniere retreated across the Passage de Gois to Noirmoutier, presumably to regroup. However, the republicans managed to take the island and execute the leaders of the Royalist army. The story becomes a little unclear from here, but there are reports of people leaving the north of the island by boat to escape the reprisals, and people in Noirmoutier-en-île being massacred, leaving no royalists.


I am not sure they left no royalists, because today the Hotel de Ville (the town hall and the main representative of the republic in every town) does not display the French Coat of Arms in contrast to every other Hotel de Ville in France. The Hotel du General d’Elbée, where we stayed was named after the Royalist General, had its rooms named after the leaders of the Royalist Army, and it backed onto a street called the Passage de Martyrs. In fact the manager of the hotel told us that the Republican leaders watched the execution of General d’Elbée from the balcony window of our room.  In the local museum there is a full description of the glorious acts of the Royalists and the atrocities of the Republicans.   They still take their money, though, and build impressive roads and public buildings, and make most of their living from French tourists in the summer holidays. 

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

Tour de France



After family visits in Paris, Mamers and Vendee, we headed for the island of Noirmoutier for the start of the tour de France (TDF).


The tour was planned to start at the entrance to the island near the bridge and then to pass through the south area and across the Passage de Gois.  Like several other semi-attached islands in this area (think Mont Saint Michel as the most famous) it is possible to cross from the mainland on a land bridge for one and a half hours each side of the low tide on the otherwise submerged Passage de Gois.  Luckily, we arrived at the entrance to the island just in time to cross.  After finding our hotel and hiring some bikes, we rode the 16km out to the Passage de Gois (and back uphill into the wind), to review the options for Tour de France spectators.  This is what we saw.



Our view of the Passage de Gois
The next morning, keen to get the best position in order to catch the action we left the hotel at 7am to ride with the locals on the free bus to the Passage de Gois.  We arrived at the chosen spot and perched ourselves on the rocks right at the edge of the water.  This is how it looked about an hour after we arrived.


Stories of a previous TDF which raced across the Passage had us excited about the spectacle, and as the tide receded we could see why.


In 1999, half the peloton lost six minutes when one rider slipped on the wet road and there was action aplenty with bikes and riders stuck in the mud or piled on each other. You can see the result here:



We were just in front of the spot where the road narrowed.  Combine that with a rough stone surface, fresh mud and wet road, and anything could happen. 

The first thing that happened was that the caravan commenced.  The caravan is the name given to the vehicles which precede the TDF with sponsors logos, beautiful young men and women throwing things to the crowd, music blasting, and plenty of talk over the PA systems to excite the crowd.  Here is an example of one of the caravan members.


The next thing that happened was the caravan continued – for a total of three hours.  Given that it was travelling at around 20 km per hour, it could cover 50 to 60 km in the time it took to pass.  Then there was a lull, followed by team cars for about 5 minutes.  Another lull, then some excitement as we could see the helicopter which was tracking the peloton was over the approach road.  Then we saw the lead car and bikes.

For the next 35 seconds, we were treated to a peloton in tight formation travelling slowly and carefully onto the Passage de Gois.  Then they were gone.

Over three hours of advertising caravan, followed by 35 seconds of event.  Draw your own conclusions as to whether is was worth the early start, time and expense to get there, the wait in the sun sitting on a rock with French people climbing over us to try to get a better vantage point, the run back to the bus stop to catch it before it left at 1pm and the 30km ride the day before to find the best spot. Once is good, twice would be hard to justify.  If you want to see the TDF, watch it on TV.  If you want to feel the experience, by all means visit. Once.

UPDATE

In replacing a broken link to the 1999 video, I came across a video of the 2011 event.  You can see the motor homes, some of the "caravan" and from 11m 02 s into the video until 11m 28 s you can see the full peloton pass, very carefully and seven seconds faster than I thought!

What I can’t understand is the number of people who arrived in self-drive motor homes, camped for two days along the route, watched the TDF flash by in 35 seconds and then moved on to catch a vantage point to do the same the next day.  I must have missed something.

Our next encounter with the TDF was on the way back to Le Mans on Monday. Dominique navigating without a map on the departmental roads brought us to  St-Philbert-de-Grand-Lieu on the road to Cholet.  It was here we met the TDF for a second time. We arrived at 11am to be told the road we were trying to access was closed until 3pm for TDF to pass (another 35 seconds). After some gentle discussion with the gendarme and the swapping of some stories about Australia, Dominique won the day and the gendarme instructed us to follow him. Along the route and through the barrier and on our way.

Reunion Wrap Up



From Hellbourg we travelled south – out to the coast  to Saint André  and back up the next valley – to the town of Bourg Murat (near Le Tampon). This is the location of the La Maison du Volcan, a museum which opened in 1991 and is devoted to the study and presentation of volcanos around the world, but particularly to the two volcanoes which comprise Reunion, the Piton des Neiges and Piton de la Fournaise. 



The Piton des Neiges is the (allegedly) inactive volcano which forms most of the habitable part of Reunion. It rises 7000 m from the sea floor, and reaches a height of 3,000 m above sea level.  The last eruption of the Piton des Neiges was 12,000 years ago – not very long in geological terms, but long enough for people to assume it is ok to live on tip of it.  The Piton de la Fournaise is right next to the Piton des Neiges and seems to erupt every 7 to 10 years and as a result claims the title of the most active volcano in the world.  The museum, amongst many excellent displays and explanations of volcanos in general, had a 30 minute movie of the eruption of Piton des Neiges in March 2006.  Apparently the 2007 and 2010 eruptions were not worth mentioning.  The 2006 eruption completely destroyed a village and lava flowed across the main road in the SSE of the island. Don't remember hearing about it on Australian TV and News Media.

View from Nez de Beoffe
We tried to visit the volcano, but were defeated by roads and time. The drive to the Nez de Boeff took nearly an hour on Tuesday afternoon (about 15  km) around thousands of hairpin bends, narrow roads and sheer drops.  Our plan was to drive to Pas de Bellecombe (along the same road but 30 km further on) the next day and walk the three hours to the top of Piton des Neiges.  Given the difficulty of the drive, the need to come back on the same day and then head to the airport and the likelihood of a difficult walk, we decided not to try this time but to come back again better prepared, possible next January.

Instead of heading up to the volcano, we drove back to St Denis, took in some of the local markets and museums and then drove to the beach at St Giles (near Saint-Paul)  to eat and look out to sea while waiting for the plane to Paris.