We were doing this in a four-wheel drive rally car and we thought we were brave.
We arose from the dark gulley that was France into the warm leafy cliff tops of the beginnings of Spain. It was a quick transition from one country to the next but the change was immediately noticeable. The buildings in the French forest all stood out as if they didn’t belong. The few fleeting structures that we passed now all looked like they were part of the ecosystem. The road cling to the hillside instead of carving through it. The fall to our left was jaw dropping yet we kept climbing. Up and up around the hairpins of the mountainous road.