Pyrenäen Extreme (4PE2603)

or “Ten against the heat” The adventure has officially begun! The Pyrenees Extreme is underway—and what a start it has been! Yesterday we told our riders that we’d probably ride somewhere around 30,000 curves during the next eight days. Judging by today’s route, we might actually have underestimated that number. Barely had we left the Mediterranean behind when the roads transformed into an endless ribbon of perfectly flowing bends. The climb towards the spectacular Monastery of Montserrat immediately set the tone for the week ahead. Fast sweepers, tight hairpins and breathtaking scenery combined to create one of those roads where every rider forgets about time and simply enjoys the moment. A quick coffee overlooking the dramatic rock formations gave everyone the chance to soak in the atmosphere before we continued our journey. After all, with almost 380 kilometers on today’s schedule, the adventure was only just beginning. The Pyrenees had another surprise waiting for us—and this time, it was the heat. The day was unbelievably hot. Even on the higher mountain passes, where we had hoped to find some relief, the onboard thermometers climbed as high as 40°C (104°F). Water quickly became our best friend—not only for drinking, but also for cooling our bodies from the outside. Every opportunity to soak our shirts, necks and arms was gratefully accepted. Despite the extreme temperatures, our group found its rhythm from the very first miles. Different nationalities, different riding styles—but somehow it already feels like we’ve been travelling together for much longer than just one day. Around lunchtime we reached the mighty Fortress of Cardona, located in one of the oldest salt mining areas, where salt has been extracted for well over a thousand years. And then came the real highlight. Passes like Coll de Jou and Coll de Boixols reminded us why riders from all over the world dream of the Pyrenees. Endless sequences of perfectly cambered corners, almost no traffic, spectacular mountain scenery and asphalt that seems to have been built exclusively for motorcycles. It was impossible to wipe the smiles from inside our helmets—even though the heat made every kilometer more demanding. The day was long, hot and physically exhausting. But after an excellent dinner, everyone finally fell into bed—tired, happy and already looking forward to the next day’s adventure. If today is only the opening chapter, we can hardly imagine what the coming days have in store. The bikes are cooling down, the riders are recovering, and tomorrow another incredible day of riding lies ahead. Stay tuned… Henning
Today we leave Os de Balaguer behind and set off towards Pamplona. And it’s not just any riding day – at 418 kilometers, this will be the longest stage of the entire tour. The scenery keeps changing: small backroads, countless curves, remote villages, and wide-open views that never get old. The heat is still our constant companion. Well above 30 degrees Celsius, staying hydrated and taking quick shade breaks is essential. But with these blue skies and these roads – no one is complaining. The group has settled into a nice rhythm, the bikes are running smoothly, and the mood is great. Pamplona is today’s big goal. Famous around the world for the Running of the Bulls and the San Fermín festival. But today, there’s still a special encore waiting for us. Towards the end, a short but intense summer thunderstorm suddenly rolls in – a welcome cooldown that rounds off the day perfectly. And then: the last straight kilometers into Pamplona – a spectacular approach under dramatic skies, the finish line almost within reach. What a finale for the longest day of the tour! 418 kilometers, endless curves, scorching heat, a thunderstorm, and an unforgettable arrival in Pamplona.
After 418 kilometers yesterday, today was our rest day in Pamplona. With two nights in the same hotel, everyone had the freedom to spend the day their own way. That’s how rest days work on an Edelweiss tour. No fixed program, no obligations. Our Mexican riders – Carlos, José, and Daniel – headed north to the Atlantic coast for a day in San Sebastián. The rest of us still had fuel in the tank, so to speak. We set out on a relaxed four-hour loop through the mountains around Pamplona. No luggage, no long-distance target, just curves, views, and smooth mountain roads. The highlight was the ride up to Santa María Abbey at about 1,230 meters above sea level. Not what most people imagine when they hear “rest day. By evening, we were all back in Pamplona and met up at a tapas bar. Good food, cold drinks, great stories from the coast and the mountains, and a lot of laughter. A proper day off, in all the right ways. Tomorrow, we ride on.
Today we left Pamplona behind and headed for France. For centuries, the Pyrenees have formed a natural border between the Iberian Peninsula and the rest of Europe. Traders, shepherds, smugglers, and pilgrims crossed these mountains for generations—and today we followed some of those historic routes on two wheels. Along the way, we rode parts of the famous Camino de Santiago, sharing the route with pilgrims making their long journey toward Santiago de Compostela. One special stop was at the Bridge of La Rabia, an important landmark along the Camino and a meaningful place for the countless pilgrims who have passed through here over the centuries. Being there, watching today’s pilgrims continue on their way, was a powerful reminder of how much history lives in these mountains. From there, we continued deeper into the mountains. The roads became incredibly narrow, with rock faces on one side and drops of hundreds of meters on the other. Full concentration, sometimes almost walking pace—but that’s exactly what the Pyrenees are all about. Everyone had great respect for these tiny mountain roads—but also huge smiles inside their helmets. Then came the day’s big highlight: Col d’Aubisque. One of those legendary passes you don’t simply ride—you experience them. Brilliant sunshine, breathtaking views, pure riding joy. After almost ten hours on the road, we finally rolled into Luz-Saint-Sauveur. A fantastic dinner, great conversations, plenty of laughter, and very satisfied riders. Not long afterwards, everyone disappeared into their rooms—completely exhausted, but with big smiles. And tomorrow? Another legendary name is waiting for us right from the start: the Col du Tourmalet. The Pyrenees are definitely not done with us yet. To be continued…
Day five. The morning greeted us with gray skies, thick fog, and barely four degrees Celsius at close to 2,000 meters. The climb up to Col du Tourmalet was anything but cozy. Cold, wet, and hardly any visibility. But that’s exactly what made the moment so special. At the top, we took a short break, gazed into the clouds, and then decided to head north. And suddenly, everything changed. Dry roads, endless sweeper curves, and just like that, the day was saved. Col d’Aspin, Col de Port– one after the other. With every kilometer, the mood lifted, faces relaxed, joy returned. The ride went into a pure flow. That afternoon we rolled into Tarascon-sur-Ariège satisfied, almost proud. Five days done, two still ahead of us. This wasn’t just a good day – it was a perfect one.
The Day We Will Never Forget Every motorcycle tour has that one day. The day that, long after the tour is over, everyone still talks about. The day where every single corner seems to be perfectly placed, the weather finally plays along, the roads are almost empty and everything simply falls into place. Today was exactly that day. Over the next 330 kilometres, we experienced what can only be described as motorcycle heaven. Endless curves, breathtaking scenery, perfectly flowing mountain roads and—almost unbelievably—hardly any traffic. Sometimes it felt as though the entire mountain range had been reserved exclusively for our group. Our first masterpiece of the day was the magnificent Port de Pailhères, rising to 2,001 metres. The climb itself is enjoyable, winding gently through a quiet valley without revealing what is waiting above. Then, almost without warning, the summit opens up and presents one of the most spectacular panoramas in the entire Pyrenees, stretching towards Andorra. And just when you think it can’t get any better, the descent begins. A wonderfully narrow, twisting mountain road snakes its way downhill, demanding your full attention while rewarding every perfectly chosen line through the corners. It is one of those roads you wish would never end. Or so we thought. Because later that day we reached what was, without question, the highlight of the entire tour. Collada de Toses. If there is a definition of a perfect motorcycle road, this pass comes incredibly close. Fast sweepers, technical bends, flawless rhythm and almost no traffic whatsoever. The kilometres disappeared almost too quickly because every rider wanted just one more corner… and then another. If you asked our bunch of adventurous riders whether they’d like to turn around and ride the entire pass again, the answer would probably come before you’d even finished asking the question. Absolutely. Without hesitation. The roads connecting these famous passes were hardly any less impressive. They flowed effortlessly through forests, valleys and mountainsides, making today’s route feel like one continuous highlight rather than a collection of individual roads. Throughout the day we crossed the border between France and Spain more than once, almost without noticing. One moment we were climbing through the French Pyrenees, the next we were carving our way across the Spanish side before finally ending the day back in Spain, where our final overnight stop awaited us. As the engines fell silent outside the hotel, there was a feeling shared by everyone. This had been something special. In fact, for me, it was the best riding day of the entire tour. Tonight’s dinner conversation is already easy to predict. There won’t be much discussion about the weather, the hotels or tomorrow’s route. There will only be one topic. Those incredible roads. See you tomorrow for our final riding day. Henning
The Final Chapter Every great adventure eventually reaches its final page. Today was ours. As we packed our bikes one last time and rolled away from Maçanet de Cabrenys, there was that familiar mix of emotions every rider knows at the end of a memorable tour. Part of us was looking forward to the final ride, while another part wished the journey could simply continue. The Pyrenees, however, had one last gift waiting for us. Almost immediately after leaving the hotel, we found ourselves on another spectacular mountain road. Smooth asphalt, flowing curves and beautiful scenery made for the perfect start to our final riding day. It was the kind of road that reminded us once again…the Pyrenees are a league of their own. And the mountains weren’t finished with us yet. The final day delivered everything we had come to love over the past week: endless corners, quiet backroads, charming villages and breathtaking landscapes. Every kilometre seemed determined to make saying goodbye just a little bit harder. Looking back over the last eight days, one thing is beyond doubt. When we jokingly promised 30,000 curves at the beginning of the tour… we weren’t exaggerating after all. If anything, we may even have underestimated them. Eventually, every mountain road comes to an end. For the final stretch back to Badalona, we exchanged twisting passes for country roads, giving everyone a little time to reflect on an unforgettable week in the saddle. Thousands of curves. Hundreds of smiles. New friendships. Countless unforgettable moments. For me, guiding this incredible group through the Pyrenees has been an absolute pleasure. Watching riders from different countries become one team over the course of the week is always one of the most rewarding parts of our job. During our farewell dinner, the conversations quickly turned away from saying goodbye and towards one simple question: “Where are we riding together next?” To us, that’s probably the greatest compliment a tour guide can receive. To every rider who joined us on this Pyrenees Extreme adventure—thank you for your enthusiasm, your trust, your great spirit and, above all, for sharing these unforgettable roads with us. Until we meet again… Keep the rubber side down, and we’ll see you on the next adventure. Henning
I think I can speak for all of us… It was a blast and we had a great time👍 Hope to see you soon on another tour. Yours Henning
