Monaco, for me this one was a case of getting there, bagging it, and getting out into Italy. It wasn't easy mind!
I was hoping that the fact I wouldn't have to do any mountaineering to reach Monaco's high point might make it an easy pinnacle to achieve. Fair enough, once in town all I had to do was find the street and the invisible border with France, but the riding to Monaco was the challenge. I knew Provence was a bit of a lumpy area to ride through, but with barely a hint of any flat road in two days, coupled with a very strong headwind, meant the approach to Monaco proved to be some of the hardest riding I've done on the trip so far.
I arrived in Monaco late so once I'd reached its slightly anticlimactic high point I didn't have long to hang around as I needed to find somewhere to camp. From what I saw, Monaco seems a weird and wonderful place, rising steeply straight out of the Mediterranean, with streets seemingly stacked on top of one another.
After a few snaps I rode away into the night, briefly back into France before crossing over into my third country of the day, Italy. I was again lucky to find myself another great camp with a view over the bay back to Menton in France. I'll be back in France in September to climb Mont Blanc, but for now I've just passed through Genoa, and I'm riding hard as I head for Rome and pinnacle no.5, Vatican City!
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!