The story that begins with air-to-ground missiles.

Funny title, but that’s how our journey begins. After we have done the service and the windshield repair, yes again, in the beautiful Palatinate, we are heading south again. About the Bourgogne, Auvergne and Provence. Close to Perpignan we cross the border. At pleasant 20°C and the Mistral (the masterly) greet us. Taking the train to Barcelona, is also the means of choice here, in this beautiful area. Going there is a must.

On to our next destination. Wasn’t there something about bombs?

Oh yes. Two lucky guys drive into the Bardenas Reales de Navarra desert. On the way into the desert, near the tourist information, we encounter a HUM-V and a lady behind the steering-wheel waving wildly. Oh yes, everybody loves Max. He always triggers friendliness in people. We place ourselves on a small pass for the night. After a fabulous sunset, we fall asleep…..

“Honey do you hear the jets? Yes, they have been raging all night. Bum Bum. Oh, darling, I think they’re shooting! No sweetheart, that was definitely just the sonic boom! ” I look out of the rear window at the neighboring hill and see two columns of smoke. „Oh shii…. you’re right, they are shooting“! And the next moment we hear the machine gun fire from the jets. We clear the field and move to the tourist information.

A discreet small piece of paper in the info box says: On November 8th, 9th and 10th, 2021, the southern part is closed until 2:30 p.m. to 4:30 p.m. The military conducts aerial combat exercises. Yes, great, and we two idiots in the middle of it all.. This is the story The rest you get from the pictures