Camargue Ride

57 kilometers, 200 meters of elevation gain – a ride to stretch your legs, not tear your muscles.

To the right and left: fields, water, dikes. In between, pure nature, flamingos like pink commas in the landscape. Canals stretch like rulers across the plain, houseboats lie there like forgotten toys.

White horses graze on the edge as if they had a contract with the tourist board, while above, clouds drift leisurely by, painting the sky in slow motion.

The weather is playing along nicely – sun, a bit of wind, nothing dramatic. It's not a heroic battle against the mountain, but a quiet glide through the flatlands. Sometimes it's enough for nature to set the stage and you're just a happy extra.