We woke up late. Lou was completely covered in insect bites and had been up in the night to smoke them out. We went down to breakfast and I scoffed loads of my new discovery – little pots of applesauce. I’d only previously seen them on Trans-Atlantic flights before and found them odd, but they… Read More »
I woke with a start after sleeping like a baby. It was 7am and already light. We got ready and went down for breakfast. I had pain au chocolat with added Nutella, fruit salad, apple sauce and prunes, yes prunes – I’d been suffering. We paid up and headed out on a small road to… Read More »
Our room had its own loo, bath and TV – luxury. There was porn on the TV! The big news was a terror plot and chaos at Heathrow. Loads of family members were flying around Europe and across the Atlantic this week so I worried a bit. We cleaned up and washed lots of clothes,… Read More »
Got up fairly leisurely and had breakfast at the Bel Air bar. We had to head back through town to rejoin the route and onto Avril Sur Loire where Lou was desperate to pee. No-where was available, we spotted an older Dutch couple sitting by their bikes and they confirmed there was no loo, and… Read More »
We stopped at the first hotel we saw, The Agriculture – part of the Logis de France group. Lou held the bikes as I went in. An over-heated little waiter acknowledged my presence then scurried off. I waited then went into the restaurant – a firm “Oui” from him and I waited some more. This… Read More »
A first aid kit is an important part of any touring cyclists packing list. Injuries tend to happen to me almost daily, and the ability to patch up, stop any bleeding, add some antiseptic and get going is essential. There’s a temptation to pack everything you may need an fill a whole pannier. If you’re… Read More »
As we left town I noticed my fingers were wrinkly and my pee had been Tango so I set out to drink as much as possible. The hotel had refilled my bidons and I drank them. We got to Diou after taking a very wrong turn and ending up in a bar that supported Marseilles.… Read More »
We woke and got ready before walking into the square to the “Petit Casino” where we bought tomatoes and apricots for breakfast, apples, nectarines, chipsticks and M&M’s for the road. I dropped one of my tomatoes but I didn’t cry, although I really felt like I wanted to. We settled up with the Hotel Globe… Read More »
The day started very slowly as I was definitely not on form. We took a meandering route out of town, taking in a fair bit of the Camino track. I could really have done with being on smooth tarmac as I felt so ill, but on our attempt to get back on the road an… Read More »
We got on the road late at 8:30. It was a steep climb. Strangely we found ourselves caught up with all sorts of other cyclists, notably a team of six Italians, an older French couple who seemed to have packed everything they owned, and a retired German chap, Harold, who became our ‘Dad for the… Read More »