Wednesday, 12 August 2015

Bugger

I decided the bike isn't in such good condition, so maybe I should just keep riding it until it goes no more. So, Mont Saint-Michel, train to Tours, ride to Orleans, train or ride to Rheims. The Loire Valley was on my map of places to go so it made sense.

This morning I really didn't want to get up.  It was a real struggle. I think I just didn't want to pack all my stuff up again. But I dragged myself up. The French bloke camped next to me who I've been locked into an epic farting battle with came over this morning when I was packing. We communicated in mimes. He was shocked that I don't have a mattress, but after the first couple of days I really haven't needed one. We played charades for about 20 minutes then said farewell. I wish I spoke French.

Riding today was really nice and convinced me that continuing to ride is the way to go. This section of Coast is so nice. I think it's the big wide sandy beaches.

I came over a hill and off in the distance I could see Mont Saint-Michel; my point where I say I've been successful. I might have to make it that a glimpse of it from 20km away makes it a success, because it's all gone to buggery.

I came down the best winding road yet and at the bottom missed a turn, so I rode into a driveway and bang. A spoke broke. Not normally a big deal but the nearest bike shops appear to be 20km up or down the coast. I didn't bring spare spokes.

Jimmy Cliff is on tonight at Mont Saint-Michel and I was going to go. I don't have a ticket, but I was going anyway! It would have been amazing.

Now I don't know what to do. 20km isn't an insurmountable obstacle. I could push the bike 20km.

Anyway, I'm at a place called St Jean le Thomas. It is really nice, except there is a teenage boy with the family next to me who is weirding me out. He stood outside my tent in his budgy smugglers for a good 2 minutes just staring at me. He looks exactly like Chris Komara (spelt that wrong). I can't tell if he's grunting at me or speaking French at me.

The beach is across the road and the tides coming in. So that's my immediate plan.

Unfortunately Mont Saint-Michel is really difficult to make out in the picture. It's in the last 2.  It is much clearer irl.

1 comment:

  1. "Epic farting battle" lol. I once met a German girl at a campsite who was disgusted by "those Australian guys in the other tent who were up all night farting and then laughing at each other". I outwardly shook my head while thinking 'sounds pretty funny to me'.

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