Here's where I stayed last night. Translates to the campsite where fish are as welcome as people.
I decided to cycle back down to Mallec and join the path from there, which was about 11 miles retracing my steps or should that be tracks.
Why? Because I think a large portion of the other route would be on roads. Thankfully it was sufficiently overcast which meant water was less of a concern. Route as below but add in a mile for trying to find a supermarket. An even 80. See title.
I kinda wanted to hit the 100 mile mark and felt like I could have kept going. But a campsite approached that was inexplicably still open for business by the time I rolled passed, about 7, and I wanted that shower more than I wanted to go to bed smelling. It took a good while to quash that BO even then. Campsite is a big holiday park but English spoken and only a fiver. Was warned about this patch of school kids who'd annexed the area around the shower block. Had to wade through them while they washed their pots and pans en mass. The sheer noise meant I couldn't even hear myself as I made my offering to the porcelain throne. Excellent sound camouflage.
Some great woodland that definitely looked like it was uphill. I buckled down to compensate but just kept going faster. I'm going to put that down to my legs being super muscled now but more likely an illusion in perception. The only downside to this section was the placement of regular gates making you slow down to cross roads.
Also I found this vista above invitingly varied. And here's me because everybody loves a me.
Those bits that went through the comparatively ugly towns compensated you with smooth tarmac. One small road section, maybe 4 miles in all of this. The rest went through farm and forest and was very well maintained with plenty of phone signal. So well done France I guess.
When I got to the campsite, my tent reminded me of the 2 hours of rain or so this morning. A quick towel down and the removal of a spider who I'd relocated from the other site. Looked like a war survivor. It's actually just picking up again now, which is great for the scorched grass and wildlife. Also puts a literal dampener on the screaming kids here which is very much needed.
Legs are like jellied concrete. Need sleep. Ferry booked for Wednesday night so have a 66m trip to campsite 1 for the third time -though it'll be an almost entirely new route. Then following the first day path in reverse. I'm looking forward to hearing what happens at the end of Star Wars radio, especially as Obi wan sounds more like Michael Caine than Alec Guinness. "You're only supposed to blow the bloody death star up!" Pa ha ha haaa. So tired.
Oh and found a pizza version of the bread-bot but it was all meat. And also broken.
I decided to cycle back down to Mallec and join the path from there, which was about 11 miles retracing my steps or should that be tracks.
Why? Because I think a large portion of the other route would be on roads. Thankfully it was sufficiently overcast which meant water was less of a concern. Route as below but add in a mile for trying to find a supermarket. An even 80. See title.
I kinda wanted to hit the 100 mile mark and felt like I could have kept going. But a campsite approached that was inexplicably still open for business by the time I rolled passed, about 7, and I wanted that shower more than I wanted to go to bed smelling. It took a good while to quash that BO even then. Campsite is a big holiday park but English spoken and only a fiver. Was warned about this patch of school kids who'd annexed the area around the shower block. Had to wade through them while they washed their pots and pans en mass. The sheer noise meant I couldn't even hear myself as I made my offering to the porcelain throne. Excellent sound camouflage.
Some great woodland that definitely looked like it was uphill. I buckled down to compensate but just kept going faster. I'm going to put that down to my legs being super muscled now but more likely an illusion in perception. The only downside to this section was the placement of regular gates making you slow down to cross roads.
Also I found this vista above invitingly varied. And here's me because everybody loves a me.
Those bits that went through the comparatively ugly towns compensated you with smooth tarmac. One small road section, maybe 4 miles in all of this. The rest went through farm and forest and was very well maintained with plenty of phone signal. So well done France I guess.
When I got to the campsite, my tent reminded me of the 2 hours of rain or so this morning. A quick towel down and the removal of a spider who I'd relocated from the other site. Looked like a war survivor. It's actually just picking up again now, which is great for the scorched grass and wildlife. Also puts a literal dampener on the screaming kids here which is very much needed.
Legs are like jellied concrete. Need sleep. Ferry booked for Wednesday night so have a 66m trip to campsite 1 for the third time -though it'll be an almost entirely new route. Then following the first day path in reverse. I'm looking forward to hearing what happens at the end of Star Wars radio, especially as Obi wan sounds more like Michael Caine than Alec Guinness. "You're only supposed to blow the bloody death star up!" Pa ha ha haaa. So tired.
Oh and found a pizza version of the bread-bot but it was all meat. And also broken.
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