Not a very interesting day today. I decided to make my way back to the Ev6. It was only 12km and it got me 12km from where I took the wrong turn, so the only real extra riding I did was the 15 the wrong way yesterday. One for the kiddies. If those distances are straight lines, what sort of triangle am I describing?
After about 5km I took a wrong turn again and lost the Ev6 again. It sounds like I'm hopeless, but what actually happens is they put up signs for other cycle routes that look the same and I follow them. Usually I check, but when I'm in a town it isn't so easy to stop and pull the map out at every intersection.
I followed this other route, which didn't even deserve signs because all it did was take me to the very hilly, very busy main road.
When I got to Bourbon-Lancy I stopped at a supermarket and got food. I couldn't see anywhere nice and shady to eat it so I stayed on the shady side of the supermarket carpark. As I was finishing a bloke walked past and said bonjour and I replied in kind. Then he turned around and asked in a broad Aussie accent if I speak English. His name was Pete and he was from Phillip Island. He was 72 but looked more like he was in his early 60s and has been on the road for 5 months on a sort of working holiday in a van he borrowed from his mate. We stood around telling stories for a half hour.
He told me about a Turkish guy who invited him for a cup of tea at one of the places he'd pulled up to stretch his legs. They showed each other pictures of their wives and children and chatted for a while. When he went to leave the Turkish bloke did the kiss on each cheek that they do in Europe but added one on the neck and a hand on the bum and kept going for more! Pete said he's looking forward to seeing how that story goes down with his mates at the bowlo.
After that I found the ev6 again, carried on along the canal and stopped at Digoin. It is only very early so I probably could have gone quite a distance further, but today it is very hot and I was feeling it.
The only other thing of note was that I saw one of those loser kids by the canal and his loser family down in the car. Without details, based on the aroma of the quick ride past, those kids were more than just drunk the other night.
I only took one photo today and it is of a very big boat just squeezing into a lock. So yeah, I saw that today too.
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