Beau had the day off work so we planned to do some walking and see more of the city. We went out for breakfast in the morning, then watched a little of the Disc Golf World Championships that are on now in Vermont.

Just after 11, we took the tram and metro into Paris. Our first target was a craft beer place called La Binouze. We marveled at the amazing selection of hundreds of fine beers from all over. On draft they even had one of our favorites, King Sue DDH by Toppling Goliath. We both went with new-to-us hazies and enjoyed sipping fine beer watching Paris outside.

Fortified, we headed down to a restaurant for lunch, another great meal. Life seems so good here!

Then we had a longer walk to “downtown” – we walked toward the Louvre, and stopped in a park to just relax and enjoy the day. Then along the Seine, quite a way. Lots of people were out enjoying but it was never crowded. We stopped for a round of foosball at a free foosball place under a bridge – the US should have these.

We kept going, headed for Coulee Verte Rene Dumont, a promenade made by converting an old, elevated railway. What an amazing concept – thanks Tom Holub for the recommendation. It was nice walking along, but soon, it was time to head off to the Catacombs, where we had a reservation for 5:45.

It was another hour walk there. When the time came, we walked down a spiral staircase, over 100 steps down, into the famous catacombs. We walked through sort of dark and moist passageways, seemingly forever, listening to the audio guide. Centuries ago, they quarried limestone from here to build the big buildings and monuments of Paris. Then they starting having collapses, some disastrous. Someone got the idea of making a macabre display of centuries worth of bones from the cemeteries. We started walking through these galleries, and were blown away. The photos you’ve seen just show one small area, lots of carefully arranged skulls and leg bones. And piles of random bones. But until you walk through it all you have no idea of the scale. It is wild.

I don’t know how far we walked underground, but we came up another 110 stair staircase quite some distance from where we went down. From there it was a short walk over to a restaurant where we had a 7:30 reservation with my Paris Dakar (and Andes Trail) room mate, Andrew. We all wanted an authentic French dining experience and L’Assiette did not disappoint. Some of the reviews said they were snooty to non-French speakers but our waiter and sommelier were both super friendly and really wanted to make sure we had a great dinner. Their famous signature dish is Cassoulet, a stew of white beans and meat. Beau ordered it and when it came, it was comically large, so large he couldn’t quite finish it in the end. Andrew and I had fish dishes, very elegant and tasty, but normal size. We had escargot and some mackerel for appetizers and a fine Bordeaux.

It was over 2 hours of fun, a great evening out and a chance for Beau to get to know Andrew a bit. We walked 3 more km to the tram, then headed home. I crashed immediately as it was 11:30pm and we had been on the go for over 12 hours. No more jetlag though!

I slept pretty well, although there was a comical moment after sleeping super soundly for what felt like all night, I woke up and saw Beau standing up.

N: Oh hi, what time is it?

B: 11:30

N: Oh no, I really overslept!

B: No, 11:30 at night!

I finally did wake up before Beau – he’s gotten used to staying up late for work. We headed out around 9, planning to find a bakery for breakfast. At the train station it took a minute to figure out the tickets, and we had help from a kind local.

We took the train to Saint Lazare which looked similar but cleaner with brighter lights than last time I was there, 41 years ago. We took the Metro a few stops to visit Montmartre. The Metro is the same and different. Cleaner but a lot of the same feel. Now it was breakfast time so we went to our good friend David’s first recommendation: Gilles Marchal, an amazing bakery. I think it’s safe to say you can do no wrong there.

We walked up to the Sacré-Cœur basilica. It’s up on a high hill with a great view. We sat on the steps for breakfast, perfect. We opted out of entering – the line was long. Instead we walked randomly around many streets, through gardens – it’s a lovely neighborhood.

We ended up at another of David’s recommendations, La Traversée, a pretty amazing restaurant. Our reservation was for noon, right at opening time so we had our choice of tables. Beau had filet mignon and I had mussels. In a single simple word it was fantastic. I also had a tomato salad and we shared a fig dessert that was the highlight of a “10” meal. Oh and the cocktails! Wow! Come here. Also check out the origami book sculpture David left on their wall.

After a relaxing lunch we walked back to Gare Saint Lazare. The clean and efficient train got us back to Val d’Or for the short walk home. Beau started his work day while I worked on some Strava coding, then fell into a deep jetlag coma. I slept over an hour, then relaxed while Beau toiled on. We decided on a simple dinner and bought baguette, brie, veggies, hummus, and cider at the grocery store for a simple dinner. The food cost €5 each and was great – quite different from lunch, but it’s good to see you can eat well here without paying a lot. We met a really friendly guy at the store who turned out to be from Morocco and an avid cyclist. He loved hearing that I would soon be riding through his beloved country. When he saw me looking at the local beers, he said, “let me show you the best one of all” … we go over to another fridge where he proudly shows us the Lagunitas IPA, the only American beer for sale there! [They had Bud, but that’s not technically beer]

It was 10 by the time we finished eating and time for Beau to get back to work. I like being on vacation!

The flight went well I guess. There was a miraculous empty seat next to my window seat until after the door was closed but in the end, a friendly but very smelly, squirmy guy sat down. Meals were had, movies were watched. I had a Tom Hanks double feature: A Man Called Otto and The Da Vinci Code. Time passed and suddenly after 9 1/2 hours, we landed on time, at 10:45am in Paris.

I’ve never flown to Paris and not had a connecting flight to somewhere and was surprised at how far the walk is. The official things were quick and efficient but getting my bike and backpack took over an hour. I had arranged to meet Beau arriving from Norway. He landed 90 minutes later. Together we took a nice large taxi to our hotel in Suresnes, not far out of Paris. We got the WiFi figured out so he could work and I left him to his video calls while I walked around the historic 1901 St. Cloud Hippodrome and past the hotel I’ll move to in a few days. People seemed really friendly and walking fast felt great. The air was a beautiful 19-20C.

I did a little shopping, then took a nap until he was ready for a dinner break. We looked around the neighborhood with lots of interesting places, very local. It appeared we were the only tourists. And the only adults with a sub-100 word vocabulary. We settled on an Italian restaurant and had Aperol/Limoncello Spritzes and shared a pizza and truffle pasta dish. It’s hard to believe this is day 1 of 79 for me. We had a great time, then Beau went back to work. His company, Vimeo, is mostly on US East Coast time, 6 hours behind. He is truly a digital nomad.

Packing for this trip was relatively easy since I started with my 2019 Andes Trail packing list and made a few adjustments. I really recommend using a packing list you create beforehand. My final check found a couple of important items I had forgotten (like my vaccination card – supposedly needed to be allowed to enter Mauritania!) It was nice to have a final weekend plus a full day without work to pack everything.

Katie drove me to the airport for a sad-but-exciting good-bye. THANKS Katie❤️. This seems like such a giant adventure, and that I’ll be gone forever but I’ve done bigger and we can stay in contact pretty easily in this world of phones that work in over 200 countries. It was the easiest check-in ever; Air France for the win so far.

It’s been fun the last few days chatting with fellow riders, some of whom are already in Paris. I can’t wait to meet everyone this weekend and set out on our first ride from the Eiffel Tower next Monday. In the meantime I get to spend some time in Paris with my son Beau which makes this whole thing even better!

Back in January 2019, before my first Bike Dreams trip started, I found out there was a semi-legendary race Bike Dreams had run three times before 2010, riding over 7000 km from Paris, France to Dakar, Senegal. The idea came from the famous Dakar Rally which started in 1979. By 2019, politics in Mauritania had finally improved so it was on again after being impossible for a decade. This time it would be a tour rather than a race. I immediately signed up and was on the waiting list for almost a year. I was in Patagonia, close to completing the Andes Trail, when I got the good news I had a place in the 2020 Paris Dakar.

Due to Covid, it was rescheduled for 2021, then rescheduled for 2022 and finally cancelled completely. It was a surprise in December 2022 when we heard it was on again. That day, I sent in my deposit and secured a spot.

I will fly to Paris on August 29 and will start riding on September 3. We’ll cross through Andorra into Spain a couple of weeks later and take a ferry from the bottom of Spain to Morocco on October 2. We’ll ride the length of Morocco and enter Western Sahara three weeks later. From there, it’s mostly rough camping in the desert, 9 days in Western Sahara, 6 days in Mauritania and a final 3 days in Senegal to Dakar, arriving on November 12. I plan to be home on the 15th.

Paris – Dakar will be physically demanding as the distance ridden averages 120 km per day. And there are several days over 170 km. Also I hear it can be hot in the Sahara.

My trusty Salsa Cutthroat, ridden over 30,000 km these last few years, is no more. The frame was damaged and it can’t be ridden. My favorite bike shop, Spokesman Bicycles of Santa Cruz, has built up a brand new 2023 version which I’ve ridden a few times. Even though it was out of warranty, Salsa stepped up and gave me a significant discount on this bike. And I am reusing the wheels, seat-post and handlebars. So far it feels just great, quite different without the front shock.

After our bike tour ended we had three more days in Venice. The first day, July 17, was still part of the bike tour and we had an interesting and unusual activity planned for the afternoon. We had the morning free and rode the water taxi to the island of Murano, famous for glass blowing. Lots of our riders were on the boat and we wandered the streets of Murano together, looking into many nice shops selling amazing glass items. As time went on people wandered in different directions and we ended up with Geoff and Betty, shopping for treasures in a little shop with a friendly owner. We ended up buying a pair of beautiful glasses while Geoff and Betty scored a pitcher with glasses.

Next, we decided to visit a couple of the glass blowing workshops to see how these amazing things are made. Google recommended one, Wave Murano, and we spent some time there watching the whole process. If we had more time we might have done the personalized tour where you actually get to pick out an item and make it yourself, with one-on-one help from an expert.

By the time we had our fill of glass blowing it was lunch time and we found a nice restaurant for pizza and cold drinks, a really great meal for hot days. After lunch it was time to go meet the group at the far side of Venice for some paddling. Our water taxi stopped at nearly every stop and took over an hour so we were slightly late, but they held the bus for us and soon we were driving across the bridge to the mainland.

It was a bit of a walk from the bus stop to the boat place, and probably many people were wondering if this was going to be a good idea. The temperature and humidity were both pretty high. The boat guide explained that we were going to paddle a dragon boat (long canoe that holds over 10 people) over to Venice, then through some canals, then back. We split into two groups for the two boats. The guide in our boat didn’t speak English so there were some comical moments. We made a strategic positioning error putting Joe, Scott and Jim in the front of the boat. Everyone else had a hard time following their chaotic and haphazard paddling. But even so, we made it 4.5 km across to Venice in a decent time. I think the guide nearly had a heart attack worrying about crossing a very busy canal with a boat full of people not paddling well and not understanding a word she said. But we managed to not hit any other boats and got into a small canal which we followed for a long time. This was the way to see Venice, at water level in a human-powered boat.

Finally we paddled by a gelato shop and pulled over – gelato must be had! It took some time to get everyone off the boats and soon everyone was enjoying not paddling and eating cool gelato. We loaded back up, this time with a new leader: Geoff. He set the pace, very smoothly, and the trip back was easier and quicker. And we beat the other boat by quite a bit. For a while we paddled right next to a team of two women rowing standing up.

We took the bus and water taxi back to Lido. It was just around sunset and the light was so perfect. The water taxi took almost an hour, cruising up the Grand Canal, with an ever-changing view of Venice, seemingly at its best.

When we arrived at the hotel it was nearly 9 so we were under strict orders: no showers, dinner is NOW! We ate in the hotel and it was pretty funny – course after course of fish. Hardly anyone could eat it all. We had an awards ceremony and each person had the chance to share his or her best moments of the trip. This was a great end to a fantastic group tour.

The next morning most of our friends headed home but we had an extra day. Since it was still hot and humid we got up early and took a water taxi at 6:30 to Venice. After another look at the Piazza San Marco, we walked through many tiny passageways, looking at shops and sometimes having to turn around at dead ends. We found ourselves at the Rialto Market and wandered through the fish area. We crossed the famous Rialto Bridge where people line up for a long time in crowded times for a photo; we had it almost to ourselves. We stopped at a sandwich shop for breakfast and Nathan discovered a great drink: Moretti Limone, a very low alcohol (1.3%) radler, delicious.

Then we walked back across the Piazza and down to the Giardini della Biennale, a famous garden created by Napoleon. After admiring the sculptures and having some cold drinks, we headed back over to Lido on the water taxi.

It was getting really hot so we decided on an easy afternoon activity: take the water taxi to another island, Burano, famous for lace work. The ride was an hour and lunch was the first order of business when we arrived. We found a place with air conditioning inside, and after lunch with cold beers, we checked out the small town with its brightly painted houses. We saw the famous leaning tower – it really leans a lot but photos don’t show it somehow. We looked around in some lace stores and loved one special vintage showroom. Some of the pieces take months or even a year of work. After a little shopping we headed back – the heat was just too much.

Back at the hotel we relaxed until it started cooling off then had dinner at a restaurant down the street, planning for another nice trip down the Grand Canal in the wonderful evening light. Dinner was good but took a long time and it was already past sunset when we boarded the water taxi. So we didn’t go as far down the canal but got off and just started walking, kind of trying to get lost. And we did! The small walkways twist and turn and dead-end so at night it’s hard to keep your sense of direction. It was a beautiful night, uncrowded and really fun. We had pistachio cannoli for dessert and eventually found our way to the water taxi and home to Lido. It was a fun last night in Venice.

In the morning we had to leave early for our flight since the water taxi to the airport takes about an hour. It was a nice ride though, and certainly an interesting way to arrive at an international airport. Our flight to Frankfurt left only a little late and was painless. It was a bit of a rush through the airport in Frankfurt. We hustled between terminals with a couple of guys from Santa Cruz who were on a research trip studying European Via Ferratas and how they could be brought to the US. Together, we made it to the check-in line just before our group was called. 11 1/2 hour flights take a long time, but we watched lots of movies and then were suddenly in San Francisco. We ubered to Frannie’s where our car was stored and drove back to Santa Cruz. We had burritos in the backyard for dinner….what a fun trip!

Nathan’s stats: 80.62 km, 135m climbing, 4:13 riding time

Country	Distance (km)	Climbing (m)
Germany	109	1038
Austria	110	1529
Italy	439	3783
Total	658	6350

In the morning after breakfast, Nathan’s friend Jure surprised him with a gift of his “Team Pogi” cycling jersey and bib shorts. Pogi is a nickname for Tadej Pogačar, a world famous Slovenian biking star. Jure trains with Pogi’s team which promotes cycling in his country. After a quick change into the new jersey, we were ready for our final day of biking. It was another flat ride, and it felt even hotter than the day before. We left at 8:30 and started with a funny loop around Treviso, back to the hotel. We got it the second time and started riding toward Venice. We accidentally split into two groups pretty quickly, and the bigger group with Nathan ended up doing 8 extra km, mostly on shaded, gravel bike paths, but including a long section with no cycling allowed. Katie’s group had an extra half hour to relax in the shade at the lunch stop.

After lunch, we had a long way on a peninsula to get to a ferry terminal where we could catch a car ferry to our finishing point in Lido, just across the bay from Venice.

It was a short ride from the Lido ferry terminal to our hotel where we dismounted for the last time. It was very hot and humid so some people went swimming in the sea. We took a walk toward the beach. The water is quite warm and the beaches are very crowded, and we were melting, so we opted for cool showers and some gelato instead. We had a group dinner in the hotel, then most everyone took the vaporetto (public water taxi) over to Piazza San Marco on the island of Venice in the cooler evening air. It was uncrowded with a few quartets playing for late night diners.

Nathan’s stats: 54.17 km, 196m climbing, 2:43 riding time

Our second-to-last riding day was pretty much all flat, and hot. It was on a bike route that was partly bike path, partly roads. We had gravel sections including one with a challenging tunnel with a steep incline at the end that caused Greg and Katie to have slow speed crashes. Post-crash celebratory high-five is shown in the photo. Along the way we saw a farmer irrigating his crops and lots of interesting old and new houses.

Lunch was in a small park, nicely shaded but the best feature was a fountain where we could soak our heads and refill our bottles. We found that swimming was not allowed at the lake we planned to detour to, so we took a shorter route to Treviso, arriving relatively early in the afternon.

After showers we headed out with Geoff and Betty to see the famous Fontana Della Tette. We walked through narrow streets, and found it, tucked away in a narrow little alcove. We drank from the fountain and took photos. It’s a modern replica from 1989 of the original 1559 fountain from which flowed free red wine from one breast and white from the other for three days each year after the election of the new mayor, until the fall of the Venetian Republic in 1797.

We all realized we’d been in Italy for quite a while without having any pizza. Also by this time Nathan had hit a modern day record of something like 4 or 5 days without a single beer. Google sent us along an intricate route to a pizzeria that was open at that hour and we had some delicious veggie slices with cold beer.

We headed back to the hotel and relaxed a bit before dinner. The whole group ate across the street in a decent restaurant. After dinner, Nathan’s Slovenian friend, Jure, met us. He and his family drove all the way from Koper and spent a night in our hotel so we could meet up. He brought some amazing Slovenian IPA and a beautiful mug as a present. He’s getting back into unicycle racing and Nathan made him really happy by offering to send him a spare Schlumpf 2-speed unicycle hub so he can race faster.

Nathan’s stats: 62.58 km, 555m climbing, 3:11 riding time

After breakfast, we started out in nice cool air, cruising down the bike path. We were really impressed with the bike paths in this area. It’s so nice to be able to ride from town to town for long distances almost without riding on roads at all. Our guide Rosita told us that one town nearby did a study and found that the investment they made in bike paths was paid back in economic activity five times within 4-5 years.

We stopped for lunch at a lake where water from a hydro project was running past. The water was cold and nice for swimming but it wasn’t officially allowed. After lunch, the Rebel Swimming Group (Katie, Rosita, Scott, Wendy, Greg and Suzy), found a secret place and went in briefly. They were very refreshed and happy.

We still had 20 km or so to our finish, but before we got to the hotel, we stopped at Bianca Vigna, a Prosecco Winery, for a tour. The tour through the production facility was interesting but I think most of us were most excited about the tasting. A very long table was setup outside for us, and once we moved it into the shade, we were set. We sampled four types, a standard Brut DOC, a DOC Rose and then a dry and a sweet Rive (top quality) Prosecco. This was really fun and refreshing too.

From the winery we had a short ride to Conegliano, and soon were checked in to our hotel. After showers and some relaxing, we headed out on a walk to dinner. There was a gelateria right next door, so even though dessert was limone sorbet (the kind you drink), most of us had second dessert next door. Then we took a detour downtown and stumbled upon a Friday night party (all night every Friday in July). It seemed like the whole town was there! We saw little kids racing on toy tractors, dance contests and an amazing game of foosball played with humans who had their hands taped to the bars.

Nathan’s stats: 68.06 km, 516m climbing, 3:21 riding time

After yet another yummy, decadent breakfast, we started out riding in cool temperatures, with many people wearing jackets. The day was nearly all downhill, and there were some fun sections of gravel in the beginning. We stopped in a little village where the guy who invented the gelato cone lived. It was slightly raining but afterwards, the weather improved.

We carried on – the bike path here was a rail trail. It was gently sloped down, sometimes paved and sometimes gravel. We went through tunnels and really enjoyed the views of the dolomites as they got smaller and smaller as we headed down in the direction of Venice. Every few kilometers we passed through another village with its cute but defunct train station. We stopped at a lake for lunch and a swim. It was a gorgeous setting and the water felt fantastic.

After lunch, we continued on to Longarone. After we parked bikes, checked into the hotel and had showers, we checked out the memorial church for the victims of the devastating 1963 disaster that killed 80% of the town. A giant rockfall into the lake created by the Vajont Dam caused a 250m high wave and air blast supposedly stronger than the blast at Hiroshima to destroy the town. Sobered by the memorial, we walked back and had dinner in a nearby restaurant.