That's the first part of 5 - plus pic spams maybe. Enjoy :)
|The team heads to Denia goulf|
It was misty, humid and cold in Italy when I left, in Valencia at noon the sun was shining like in an early springtime. Talgo fast train was late and anyway it had taken more then two hours to reach Alicante: a bald rocky mountain range separes the railway from the seaside and I, half asleep, watched like in a dream its weird, evocative shapes. There was a deep silence in the train. Finally we passed through a cut violently open in the rock and we were in the city: bright, busy, bordering a dark blue sea.
|My hotel :)|
One hour, I could close my eyes and sleep but keep watching through the window the obscure villages and roads passing one by one just announced by a neon sign or by nothing: raws and raws of holydays houses, white and closed, disturbing towns of deads all made of high anonymous buildings. Benidorm. In the summer here there is a lively night life, you see the clubs, the DJ posters, discoloured on the walls. Now, few people in the few open bars. People get in and off the bus in the middle of nothing and I'm rassured by the chattering of two English ladies in the seats behinde me. "Calpe!" Nothing at all. A suburban bridge over our heads, no city lights in sight, one taxi.
Maybe I didn't see the
best of Calpe. My hotel, Sh Ifach, takes its name from a rock called
'penon de Ifach' high on the sea just at the edge of Calpe cape. I
couldn't detect it in the night but barely see it in the morning from
the balcony of my room surrounded by high soulless buildings.
Neverthless it's close. Swimming pools, artificial gardens, natural
palms, a large road bordering the coast: that's the view. The team is
supposed to leave for training at 10 am from Spa Hotel AR Diamante
Beach but I still ignore where that is. Better: I know it is in the
same street as my hotel but exactly like the 'penon de Ifach' it
looks... somewhere near here.
|Their hotel ;)|
My lucky star was shining few inch away from the moon last night. I stand up from my breakfast table and a friend enters the room: "Moien!" I say. He's Serge Waldbillig, photographer at Luxemburger Wort and member of the Schleck Fan Club. "I'm here with a collegue" he explains in French. "And how did you arrive here?" I enquire "By plane to Valencia, then we rent a car. And how are you here?", "A pieds", "Pas de problemes: tu viens avec nous". Thanks god! All is easier now: I feel grateful and relieved.
So there we go. Joe, Serge's collegue and Wort reporter, is a very
good driver and a nice guy. Three teams cars and trucks are parked at
hotel Diamante Beach when we arrive: Astana, AG2R and RadioShack
Nissan Trek. The last one has got two RS cars, a RS truck and a
Leopard Trek van. The parking place is in the shadow yet, so it's
cold: 18 degrees. Mechanics – Rune and Frank – and staff –
Sabine Lüber, Josue Aran Garcia etc are already busy with bikes and
food. "You made it" Danny In T Van tells me. "Yes. I
always make it" I smile. Passion is all. Then there are
reporters, cameramen and photographers. Everybody know everybody and
say Hi, somebody know me too. The most of them think I'm Luxembourger
and that's funny. Anyway we are few: RTL with Nico Keiffer and the
cameraman Brice, somebody by L'Equipe... It isn't the Tour de France
fortunately. I'm the only woman and sofar the only Italian.
|The press at work|
|Here I am|
|The hard life of cameramen|
|Frankie and Co.|
|Andy and Jakob chattering all the time|
In next posts: 2. A Training Day (all about the training on the road and indoor plus rich pics spam).
Then: 3. The Young Guns of Baffi (Leopard Trek Continental team)
- "I wanna win the Tour" (Interview with the Schleck(s) )
- I fell in love for Bruyneel (Public and face to face talk: don't worry, it's about cycling!)