These girls come with their father every year
He Tour de France It is, without a doubt, the most epic cycling race in the world.
In my memory, those glorious summer afternoons stuck to the TV, being still a child, were recorded on fire to see the mythical Perico Delgado, Cabestany, Julián Gorospe, Nelson “Cacaíto” Rodríguez, Miguel Indurain, Greg Lemond, Laurent Fignon, Bernard Hinault, etc. The mountain stages were my favorite and during three weeks of summer I sacrificed my venerated nap to continue the Tour.
Therefore, when I received an invitation from Ibis hotels To attend a stage of the Tour, I didn't think twice and accepted.
We were going to live the Tour de France from inside, knowing what it was like to participate in the caravan of the Tour until finishing at the finish line and seeing the arrival of the cyclists. The stage chosen was that of July 14 (holiday in France). The departure took place in the city of Montpellier and the arrival at the mythical special category port, Mount Ventoux.
In addition, July 14 is a national holiday in France and a large influx of public was expected on the road. I attest that it was like that.
After a long trip in which I had to take a train from Alicante to Barcelona and another from there to Montpellier, we arrived in this beautiful city in the south of France with the time and the right forces to have dinner, walk for a few minutes in the center and go to sleep. The little I saw of the center of Montpellier left me wanting to visit it again.
Arriving at the caravan of the Tour de France
The next morning we left the hotel around 8.45, took a taxi and left us in the caravan area of the Tour.
Despite having an atrocious dream (I am unable to fall asleep soon when I have 4 or 5 quality sports channels in any hotel), when I saw that, I woke up. The first thing that came to mind was an English expression that has become very fashionable: “ What the f * ckkkk? !!!?!?”
What I saw before my eyes reminded me more of my experience in the Düsseldorf Carnival Than to any sporting event.
An endless row of cars, vans and floats lined the sidewalk. No less than 34 different sponsors made it up. And that does not mean that there are 34 vehicles. No. Each sponsor has a fleet of several vehicles of all types, fully maqueados, which highlights the product they sell. Thus I saw wheel-shaped floats, cars with giant loaves of bread, chickens, fuets and sausages hanging from platforms placed on Citroens 2 horses with dots, giant muffins on wheels, cushions of Ibis hotels, bottles of bleach, giant ice cream, mountains with cows ... of everything.