Thursday - Stage 6

At one stage we had thought of getting to a point along the side of the road and watching the tour go by.
But we decided there were more important things to do.

We dropped by Chateux du Chevre, and headed towards Bordeux.
By now we have the nav system working in harmony. (Rel, myself, the maps, the GPS unit) We know how to read the maps properly, and we know what makes our GPS unit happy. So we drove through the french countryside.

The little villages were awesome.



In fact one so caught our attention we decided to stay for the evening.
It will be a shock to the system, as we will have to pay, even if it is only 10 Euro or so.
But we get our washing done, as we are running out of clean clothes. And we can charge up all the camera batteries, which are running low.

We rode to another nearby village, hoping for a drink and a chance to watch le tour.
We got the drink but no-one was showing le tour.

So we moved on to the next village. It was even quieter.

We are so remote we are only just getting a mobile signal, but struggled to get TV reception.
So I had no idea what’s happening in the tour. But a little bit of innovation solved that.

Yep, as per the photo, John got the antenna to come out of his head.

But we have been riding through little villages and feeling very relaxed.
It would have be nice to go out for dinner tonight, but the village is so quiet we are not sure if the restaurants will open. At least we are self contained.
We have bread, cheese, and a few bottles of wine. We should be able to survive.


There haven’t been too many ‘john’ moments today. It has all been a bit tame. Even though the camp ranger couldn’t speak any english, we somehow communicated what we needed. Although John did get concerned about getting out of the shower. The door wouldn’t unlock. John contemplated going ‘over the wall’. But persistence paid off.
When the door did open there were a couple of primary school kids on the other side. The blood drained from their face when they realised it was an adult they had been mucking about with, and not one of their school mates.

The local red tonight was a Gamay. Tasty, without being overpowering.