Camped by a lake. Not even really sure where. Lots of miles today. Incredible weather, 35 degrees plus. Fantastic roads. Now eating camembert and drinking red wine (one litre for 1.25 euro). Another really good day. 952 miles total. Even saw a frenchman pooing at the side of the road. Dave asks, "are you sure he was french?" Who else would do that! Now going to watch dave try to cook burgers on a camp stove….
We’re in france! What a day. 30 degree heat, bright sunshine, blue sky. Beautiful scenery, loads of bikers out with their friendly but nonchalant gallic biker wave, much cooler than a northern england nod, and right now i have a cold beer in my hand. It won’t last long! And then we’ll be on to the wine i picked up at the last petrol stop. A few teething problems like sat nav being a bit rubbish and brake levers falling off, so nothing all that important really. Back hurts. 639 miles in two days, over 13 hours of riding. But it’s not raining, we’re still going, we’re further on than planned, and we have a €2 bottle of wine from a petrol station, and a campsite by a river all to ourselves. Nice!
Today’s the day. No more time to worry about planning and preparing, if it’s not right now it never will be. We have passports full of visas, a bike full of fuel, it’s not dark and I’m wearing a tinted visor! Hit it!