Narelle awoke feeling better than the day before, but still not well. She is now battling her 3rd form of infection since our arrival, and is on a 2nd course of anti-biotics.
The fact the we have have been able to do so much despite her illness shows how tough and resilient she is.
It was a rest day for the Tour and a travel day for us.
The plan was to head towards the Mediterranean Coast, specifially Perpignan, near the Spanish border.
Have you ever had one of those friends who tried to be too helpful, and ended up frustrating you? Our GPS unit was like that today.
It kept trying to plot these time saving routes for us. If we were driving Narelle’s Mazda 3, we would have been rewarded with a sensational drive.
But in a fully loaded campervan, it is another story. Low bridges, twisty, windy, one lane roads all made for a hard day behind the wheel for John.
Narelle was doing it just as tough as the passenger. Not sure how many cliff edges she thought we were going to go over, but her fingernails were a lot shorter by the end of the trip.
But it was not all a lost cause. We saw some amazing scenery, some stunning vistas, and some amazing roads through rock cuttings that made it a sensational day of taking in the countryside. Did I mention the amazing scenery. The Pyrenees mountains were spectacular, the drives were stunning. And the drive through the town of Foix was sensational. The rock walls, the bridge over the river, all awesome. And the Tour finishes here on Wednesday. You could already feel the buzz building.
By the time we rolled up to Perpignan we were stuffed, found a place to bunker down, and that was pretty much it.
A couple of spots we first stopped at did not give us a good feel. Lots of apparently disaffected youth hanging about.
So we moved on to a spot we felt comfortable in.
The white wine for the evening was a nice cold refreshment for parched lips.
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