Rest Day Dunkerque - Day 16
Sunday 14th September 2014 - Was in two minds last night whether to go to Belgium this morning.
Woke up and really didn't want to get out of my sleeping bag - it is Sunday after all, I think. I lost track of days a while ago.
Just went and paid for two nights. €8 a night, so why not.
Back to tent to lie down again.
Went to supermarket, 15 minute walk away. Only had a handful of jelly beans and some chewing gum left. Big bag of food for €9.
Back to tent to lie down again.
Has some lunch in tent.
Lie down again.
Went and did some clothes washing and charged phone while I waited.
Back to tent to lie down again.
First major disaster of the trip - broke a flip flop. Rage.
Fed the goats and hens.
Back to tent to lie down again.
Went a walk along the seafront for an hour and a half. Wore pumps I wasn't going to bring, but jammed them in last minute before leaving. Now have blisters on my feet.
Back to tent to lie down again.
Still windy.
Early night and hopefully feel more energetic in the morning....
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Monday, 15 September 2014
Fighting the Wind Head On to Calais and Dunkerque - Day 15
Saturday 13th September 2014 - BANG, BANG-BANG, BANG! Look at watch, urgh 7.30am and they're out shooting. Roll over for another hours snooze, with the random shots being fired, I presume on the lake, a few hundred metres away.
8am Actually, earphones in to listen to a bit of Disclosure.
9am Write up blog. Put power pack on charge. Usually takes overnight to fully charge, but got to take the opportunity of electricity when I can.
10am Wind starts up again, bringing some big dark clouds. Hopefully they'll just keep getting blown on by.
11am Half packed up. Waiting on tent drying while watching the toilet block where battery is charging. Phone now down to 25%.
Time is ticking away.
Tick tock tick tock.
Hurry. Up.
I don't like waiting on things. Hence why I'm always bang on time, or a little late for things, as then you never have to wait on anyone else.
Dislikeage of the phaffage.
Eventually leave at 12.30pm. Lots of people everywhere, cars parked all through town and several fields after it too, must have been lots of marathon competitors this morning.
As per usual, climb out of town, into next village, and up and out of it again. Excellent views mind you, but the wind, waowee!! Even the seagulls were lying in the fields like flocks of sheep.
Along the climbs were some signs for the marathoners - Go For It, Don't Wobble, Just Wiggle, Last Climb until the Next One. Mildly entertaining.
At the top of the last climb there was a group of many mopeds. They all went off at one time, got some video. Something nice to watch as I recharged.
Down into Calais. Pedal down the hill into the wind, along the flat, into the wind. Sigh.
Nothing much interesting in Calais. Took a photo of the lighthouse. Cycled past the ferry terminals with the high fences everywhere. Lots of people 'hanging around'! It was easy enough to get through and had a few cycle lanes.
Out the other side. Through the dock/industrial area and I took a turn early, before I should have. Passed a dog agility training centre, which the dogs seemed to be loving.
There were lots of people now milling about here. The further I went down the road the more of them there were. Got to a bit were there were trees and bushes and they seemed to be living in them and washing at a standpipe. I smiled at a couple of the ladies who smiled back and ignored the shouts from the guys.
I don't think I was going slow enough to inherit any extra unknown passengers?!
The next bit was horrible. All I'm gonna say is I don't like cycling into a head wind, all day. Its tiring, like grinding continually up a hill, all day. The noise of the wind is deafening, can't hear traffic coming until its beside you, therefore can't relax, all day.
Got to Gravelines and stopped at tourist info, as didn't look like a simple way across to Dunkerque. She said by bike you have to go out to Bourbourg and follow canal to Dunkerque. Detour alert!
Anyway, windy, slow, boring, will I ever get there, was the next several hours. Today was meant to be an easy few km along the coast. Into campsite mid afternoon, do some washing, chill out etc, but no.
Dunkerque didn't impress upon me. It was 7.30pm. There are lots of tower blocks. Eventually found campsite. Tent up for 8pm. Bust.
Down to bar onsite. Hot chips and tuna and mayo sandwich. Then went to bed. The tent was flapping furiously in the wind. Just no getting away from it today at all.
Earphones in, Egypt by Air - 3 Cities (thanks Neil) up full blast to block out the noise. Feel asleep a few tracks in.
**Lots of photos on the Facebook page - https://m.facebook.com/jojourneystheworld
Day 15 - 13.09.14
Wissant to Dunkerque
12.30pm to 7.30pm
4hrs 58min cycling
74.6km
1786calories
580 metres asc
Saturday 13th September 2014 - BANG, BANG-BANG, BANG! Look at watch, urgh 7.30am and they're out shooting. Roll over for another hours snooze, with the random shots being fired, I presume on the lake, a few hundred metres away.
8am Actually, earphones in to listen to a bit of Disclosure.
9am Write up blog. Put power pack on charge. Usually takes overnight to fully charge, but got to take the opportunity of electricity when I can.
10am Wind starts up again, bringing some big dark clouds. Hopefully they'll just keep getting blown on by.
11am Half packed up. Waiting on tent drying while watching the toilet block where battery is charging. Phone now down to 25%.
Time is ticking away.
Tick tock tick tock.
Hurry. Up.
I don't like waiting on things. Hence why I'm always bang on time, or a little late for things, as then you never have to wait on anyone else.
Dislikeage of the phaffage.
Eventually leave at 12.30pm. Lots of people everywhere, cars parked all through town and several fields after it too, must have been lots of marathon competitors this morning.
As per usual, climb out of town, into next village, and up and out of it again. Excellent views mind you, but the wind, waowee!! Even the seagulls were lying in the fields like flocks of sheep.
Along the climbs were some signs for the marathoners - Go For It, Don't Wobble, Just Wiggle, Last Climb until the Next One. Mildly entertaining.
At the top of the last climb there was a group of many mopeds. They all went off at one time, got some video. Something nice to watch as I recharged.
Down into Calais. Pedal down the hill into the wind, along the flat, into the wind. Sigh.
Nothing much interesting in Calais. Took a photo of the lighthouse. Cycled past the ferry terminals with the high fences everywhere. Lots of people 'hanging around'! It was easy enough to get through and had a few cycle lanes.
Out the other side. Through the dock/industrial area and I took a turn early, before I should have. Passed a dog agility training centre, which the dogs seemed to be loving.
There were lots of people now milling about here. The further I went down the road the more of them there were. Got to a bit were there were trees and bushes and they seemed to be living in them and washing at a standpipe. I smiled at a couple of the ladies who smiled back and ignored the shouts from the guys.
I don't think I was going slow enough to inherit any extra unknown passengers?!
The next bit was horrible. All I'm gonna say is I don't like cycling into a head wind, all day. Its tiring, like grinding continually up a hill, all day. The noise of the wind is deafening, can't hear traffic coming until its beside you, therefore can't relax, all day.
Got to Gravelines and stopped at tourist info, as didn't look like a simple way across to Dunkerque. She said by bike you have to go out to Bourbourg and follow canal to Dunkerque. Detour alert!
Anyway, windy, slow, boring, will I ever get there, was the next several hours. Today was meant to be an easy few km along the coast. Into campsite mid afternoon, do some washing, chill out etc, but no.
Dunkerque didn't impress upon me. It was 7.30pm. There are lots of tower blocks. Eventually found campsite. Tent up for 8pm. Bust.
Down to bar onsite. Hot chips and tuna and mayo sandwich. Then went to bed. The tent was flapping furiously in the wind. Just no getting away from it today at all.
Earphones in, Egypt by Air - 3 Cities (thanks Neil) up full blast to block out the noise. Feel asleep a few tracks in.
**Lots of photos on the Facebook page - https://m.facebook.com/jojourneystheworld
Day 15 - 13.09.14
Wissant to Dunkerque
12.30pm to 7.30pm
4hrs 58min cycling
74.6km
1786calories
580 metres asc
Last day in France? - Day 14
Friday 12th September 2014 - Up, packed away ringing wet tent and rolled out at 7.30am. Another free nights camping, awesome!
Cycling this time of morning the sun was only coming up, giant red fireball in the sky. All the fields with low lying mist being burnt off. Was beautiful start to the day. It was very cold though, brrrr.
With such an early start, I was thinking I could aim for Calais or even Dunkirk today. Then this would be the last day in France, woohoo!
Cycled through the morning chillyness to Etaples and stopped for brekkie.
Then on to Boulogne sur Mer. Nice cycle path into town, along the river. Had loads of cool outdoor seating areas made out of wood. Massive picnic tables, sun loungers, dining tables and chairs.
Up past the harbour, then the beach, then the climb out of town.
Wind again.
Slow going for next while through Wimereux, Ambleteuse etc. Still on the D940.
Eventually about 2pm I'd decided I'd had enough of being blown sideways and fighting to keep the bike straight and pedalling down the hills. I'll stop at Wissant. Municipal camping by a lake there looks nice.
Got there at 3pm, reception didn't open until 5pm. I could cycle for another two hours.....
Manager came up to me and said to go and put up tent anywhere and come back at 5pm to pay.
Decision made.
Bit of a scrapy site. Loads of old caravans about, some look like they've not been used in a while. Was ok though, found a quiet spot and got the tent up to dry in the sun. Water was still running off it when I unrolled it.
Power pack needs charged. Used the last bit to charge up Garmin to 27%, hopefully should last me for tomorrow. Phone at 11%. Will ask manager if he can charge it, as only the big round electrics for campervans here.
5pm went to pay and head into town to pick up some food. Manger guy was a bit of a crazy! He only charged me €5 for the night though, which was fab. Into town, powerkites out on the water, yes its that windy on the roads too!
Lots of buzz and people about, expo being set up in main square. Marathon on tomorrow, maybe I'll give it a whirl...oh wait, I've no trainers with me, ah shame!
Back at tent. Phone still needs charged. Hmm...maybe I could stick plug into shaver socket in the bogs, if they have any.....
They did and I did and it worked. Although the 230v side charges your phone in half the time as the 120v!
That's me happy. Dry tent, food in my belly and a charged phone. Wind starting to die down too. That is all. Goodnight!
Day 14 - 12.09.14
Stella-Plage to Wissant
7.30am to 3pm
3hrs 59min cycling
58km
1695calories
846 metres asc
Friday 12th September 2014 - Up, packed away ringing wet tent and rolled out at 7.30am. Another free nights camping, awesome!
Cycling this time of morning the sun was only coming up, giant red fireball in the sky. All the fields with low lying mist being burnt off. Was beautiful start to the day. It was very cold though, brrrr.
With such an early start, I was thinking I could aim for Calais or even Dunkirk today. Then this would be the last day in France, woohoo!
Cycled through the morning chillyness to Etaples and stopped for brekkie.
Then on to Boulogne sur Mer. Nice cycle path into town, along the river. Had loads of cool outdoor seating areas made out of wood. Massive picnic tables, sun loungers, dining tables and chairs.
Up past the harbour, then the beach, then the climb out of town.
Wind again.
Slow going for next while through Wimereux, Ambleteuse etc. Still on the D940.
Eventually about 2pm I'd decided I'd had enough of being blown sideways and fighting to keep the bike straight and pedalling down the hills. I'll stop at Wissant. Municipal camping by a lake there looks nice.
Got there at 3pm, reception didn't open until 5pm. I could cycle for another two hours.....
Manager came up to me and said to go and put up tent anywhere and come back at 5pm to pay.
Decision made.
Bit of a scrapy site. Loads of old caravans about, some look like they've not been used in a while. Was ok though, found a quiet spot and got the tent up to dry in the sun. Water was still running off it when I unrolled it.
Power pack needs charged. Used the last bit to charge up Garmin to 27%, hopefully should last me for tomorrow. Phone at 11%. Will ask manager if he can charge it, as only the big round electrics for campervans here.
5pm went to pay and head into town to pick up some food. Manger guy was a bit of a crazy! He only charged me €5 for the night though, which was fab. Into town, powerkites out on the water, yes its that windy on the roads too!
Lots of buzz and people about, expo being set up in main square. Marathon on tomorrow, maybe I'll give it a whirl...oh wait, I've no trainers with me, ah shame!
Back at tent. Phone still needs charged. Hmm...maybe I could stick plug into shaver socket in the bogs, if they have any.....
They did and I did and it worked. Although the 230v side charges your phone in half the time as the 120v!
That's me happy. Dry tent, food in my belly and a charged phone. Wind starting to die down too. That is all. Goodnight!
Day 14 - 12.09.14
Stella-Plage to Wissant
7.30am to 3pm
3hrs 59min cycling
58km
1695calories
846 metres asc
Lovin It - Day 13
Thursday 11th September 2014 - Eventually left campsite at 12pm. Let the tent dry out before packing it up for a change. Nice day, cool enough breeze though thankfully. Legs liked being back spinning again. The walk into town yesterday, they felt a bit mushy.
As usual, steady long climb out if Le Treport. After about 20km there was a cycle path. Separate from road by trees. It was lovely. Smooth wide, quite sheltered. Passed a few other cyclists out on their fold up bikes from the various campsite close by.
This lane went on for a good while. Its beside the D940 road toward Pinchefalise.
Was merrily cycling along think this is great, but you don't really pass any shops. I could be doing with a boulangerie stop soon. Then from behind the trees the golden arches appeared. This is probably only the second one I've seen since being in France.
So I did it. I stopped and had a dirty McDonalds. Although, to be fair as it wasn't busy, they had to make my order fresh and then brought it out to me. Ashamed to say, it tasted like real food!
Finished off the Chicken Mystic and fries (with ketchup and mayo - its Europe), washed down with orange fanta.
Feeling full and happy, jumped back on the bike for a few more km of cycleways. One part was set below the road beside a river, which was lovely. Quite a few cyclists here too pottering up and down.
Headed through Rue. Lovely old town, with big stone church in center. Stopped on way through to get some cash out. The €7 for McDonalds was tonights campsite money.
Took a few back roads as had spied camping on the map just outside Conchil-le-Temple. Passed through some marshland area with lots of birds. Then two lovely horses in a field.
Great day on bike, not too many hills, easy cycle paths, cooler weather. I've been wearing my arm warmers now, to cut the wind chill and cover up from the sun.
On target for stopping at 6pm, I rolled in to the reception to pay for a pitch.
The lady behind the counter said no. They don't have tent camping. Argh...
So, restart Garmin and for the next hour and a half I cycled 26km looking for a campsite that allowed tents, not just mobile homes.
After trying the closest 3 and no joy, I decided to go to Camping de la mer in Stella-Plage. I had seen the town on the map and looked pretty cool the way the roads were laid out. The sun was setting. Just coming down to the sea and it was straight in front of me. Lovely end to the day.
This Stella place was weird. Proper ghost town. Houses and apartments everywhere, but all closed up, no one to be seen. Only a few people in the only open restaurant.
Heading to the campsite, usual campervans all parked up on the road to it.
Thought, perfect end to the day, just get in before dark, right beside the sea......the gates were locked and it was being taken over by the looming sand dunes.
What?!! Argghh.... Stopped and talked to some Germans at one of their campers. Had a bit if banter with them and got told there was a campsite a few streets away.
Back up the road I went in search. 6th campsite tonight. Reception closed. Mobile homes. Very deadly quiet.
Went to use their toilets and also fill up bottles with water, all prepared to go back and camp in the dunes.
A lady walked past, English woman. Said she hasn't seen any tents on site and reception doesn't open to 9am.
There were a couple of empty plots and there was one beside her and her husband's caravan, so just stuck the tent up there. Sculked about the laundry room charging phone from the iron socket. Then into bed for 9pm....so many mobile homes, so few people, so weird, so quiet, so lovely!
Day 13 - 11.09.14
Le Treport to Stella-Plage
12pm to 8pm
5hrs 10min cycling
85.4km
2121calories
743 metres asc
Thursday 11th September 2014 - Eventually left campsite at 12pm. Let the tent dry out before packing it up for a change. Nice day, cool enough breeze though thankfully. Legs liked being back spinning again. The walk into town yesterday, they felt a bit mushy.
As usual, steady long climb out if Le Treport. After about 20km there was a cycle path. Separate from road by trees. It was lovely. Smooth wide, quite sheltered. Passed a few other cyclists out on their fold up bikes from the various campsite close by.
This lane went on for a good while. Its beside the D940 road toward Pinchefalise.
Was merrily cycling along think this is great, but you don't really pass any shops. I could be doing with a boulangerie stop soon. Then from behind the trees the golden arches appeared. This is probably only the second one I've seen since being in France.
So I did it. I stopped and had a dirty McDonalds. Although, to be fair as it wasn't busy, they had to make my order fresh and then brought it out to me. Ashamed to say, it tasted like real food!
Finished off the Chicken Mystic and fries (with ketchup and mayo - its Europe), washed down with orange fanta.
Feeling full and happy, jumped back on the bike for a few more km of cycleways. One part was set below the road beside a river, which was lovely. Quite a few cyclists here too pottering up and down.
Headed through Rue. Lovely old town, with big stone church in center. Stopped on way through to get some cash out. The €7 for McDonalds was tonights campsite money.
Took a few back roads as had spied camping on the map just outside Conchil-le-Temple. Passed through some marshland area with lots of birds. Then two lovely horses in a field.
Great day on bike, not too many hills, easy cycle paths, cooler weather. I've been wearing my arm warmers now, to cut the wind chill and cover up from the sun.
On target for stopping at 6pm, I rolled in to the reception to pay for a pitch.
The lady behind the counter said no. They don't have tent camping. Argh...
So, restart Garmin and for the next hour and a half I cycled 26km looking for a campsite that allowed tents, not just mobile homes.
After trying the closest 3 and no joy, I decided to go to Camping de la mer in Stella-Plage. I had seen the town on the map and looked pretty cool the way the roads were laid out. The sun was setting. Just coming down to the sea and it was straight in front of me. Lovely end to the day.
This Stella place was weird. Proper ghost town. Houses and apartments everywhere, but all closed up, no one to be seen. Only a few people in the only open restaurant.
Heading to the campsite, usual campervans all parked up on the road to it.
Thought, perfect end to the day, just get in before dark, right beside the sea......the gates were locked and it was being taken over by the looming sand dunes.
What?!! Argghh.... Stopped and talked to some Germans at one of their campers. Had a bit if banter with them and got told there was a campsite a few streets away.
Back up the road I went in search. 6th campsite tonight. Reception closed. Mobile homes. Very deadly quiet.
Went to use their toilets and also fill up bottles with water, all prepared to go back and camp in the dunes.
A lady walked past, English woman. Said she hasn't seen any tents on site and reception doesn't open to 9am.
There were a couple of empty plots and there was one beside her and her husband's caravan, so just stuck the tent up there. Sculked about the laundry room charging phone from the iron socket. Then into bed for 9pm....so many mobile homes, so few people, so weird, so quiet, so lovely!
Day 13 - 11.09.14
Le Treport to Stella-Plage
12pm to 8pm
5hrs 10min cycling
85.4km
2121calories
743 metres asc
Wednesday, 10 September 2014
Garmin Says You're Too Slow - Day 11
Tuesday 9th September 2014 - Up early as wanted to be packed up before it was light. Everything was soaking with that mist. Ready and pushed bike back to carpark about 7.15am, just as the farmer came into the field beside me in his tractor to spray his cabbages.
Ate the rest of the chocolate biscuits from yesterday in the car park, while watching my surroundings reveal themselves in the light on a new day.
A man in his late 50s maybe, with a white handlebar mustache, bald head and Harley Davidson hoodie came up past me from the beach. He was walking a blue Staffordshire terrier.
I said the usual bonjour, then so did he. I said hello to his dog and then he realised I wasn't French. We stood and chatted for about 45 minutes. He was here with his wife along with about 40 others in their campervans. He'd just been walking the dog on the beach, which apparently has a wreck of a ship at it. His dog was lovely. I miss my dogs.
Cycled off into the chilly morning air. Stopped at a boulangerie for a ham and cheese baguette with a tin of oj. Loved it, nom nom.
On and on and on.
Up down up down.
Village farm land village farm land.
My Garmin cycle computer auto pauses whenever I stop at any time. Today it was auto pausing when I was climbing several hills.
Computer says no - too slow.
Eventually decided to just get onto the D road. A lot busy but faster. You know its windy when the place is covered with enormous wind turbines everywhere.
Cycled through Criel-sur-Mer. Didn't like their campsites and headed on to Le Treport.
Looked like coast road on the map, in actually fact it was straight up the side of the cliff. Had a fab marker post at the top with amazing views. Then fun descent down the other side into the town.
Municipal camping in the centre of town for €7 a night & €5 bag of food in super market opposite. Bargain city.
And relax.
Day 11 - 09.09.14
Veules-les-Roses to Le Treport
8.30am to 3.30pm
4hrs 38min cycling
60.5km
1819calories
929 metres asc
Tuesday 9th September 2014 - Up early as wanted to be packed up before it was light. Everything was soaking with that mist. Ready and pushed bike back to carpark about 7.15am, just as the farmer came into the field beside me in his tractor to spray his cabbages.
Ate the rest of the chocolate biscuits from yesterday in the car park, while watching my surroundings reveal themselves in the light on a new day.
A man in his late 50s maybe, with a white handlebar mustache, bald head and Harley Davidson hoodie came up past me from the beach. He was walking a blue Staffordshire terrier.
I said the usual bonjour, then so did he. I said hello to his dog and then he realised I wasn't French. We stood and chatted for about 45 minutes. He was here with his wife along with about 40 others in their campervans. He'd just been walking the dog on the beach, which apparently has a wreck of a ship at it. His dog was lovely. I miss my dogs.
Cycled off into the chilly morning air. Stopped at a boulangerie for a ham and cheese baguette with a tin of oj. Loved it, nom nom.
On and on and on.
Up down up down.
Village farm land village farm land.
My Garmin cycle computer auto pauses whenever I stop at any time. Today it was auto pausing when I was climbing several hills.
Computer says no - too slow.
Eventually decided to just get onto the D road. A lot busy but faster. You know its windy when the place is covered with enormous wind turbines everywhere.
Cycled through Criel-sur-Mer. Didn't like their campsites and headed on to Le Treport.
Looked like coast road on the map, in actually fact it was straight up the side of the cliff. Had a fab marker post at the top with amazing views. Then fun descent down the other side into the town.
Municipal camping in the centre of town for €7 a night & €5 bag of food in super market opposite. Bargain city.
And relax.
Day 11 - 09.09.14
Veules-les-Roses to Le Treport
8.30am to 3.30pm
4hrs 38min cycling
60.5km
1819calories
929 metres asc
Crossing La Seine (Not in Paris) - Day 10
Monday 8th September 2014 - Apparently ducks and their other feathered friends don't actually sleep at night. Heard them bickering with each other at various stages through the night.
Opened the tent to a think mist, but followed my nose to the reception to pick up my bread order. Came back, got the stove on and ate them wrapped up in my sleeping bag, with a cup of instant coffee.
Today I would cross the river Seine. Don't know how and don't know when.
There was a bridge just north from where I was, about 15km away on a D road. Which is kinda like a major road, just below a dual carriageway.
Bit of a steep wee climb before getting onto it, then blasted as hard as I could toward the bridge. As I got closer, it looked bigger. Way bigger than a bridge that would allow bicycles across.
Yep, got to the junction and it became a motorway. No! Looked at map and the next crossing was about a 30km detour. Bummer, sun was starting to get hot.
Nothing for it but go. Next several hours slogging it out through the relentless heat, past fields and fields with only the odd house. Then came the hills again, thankfully under the shade of trees now, as I followed along the river. Some amazing big beautiful houses too along the banks.
Got to Pont de Brotonne and again from a distance looked a bit mental. Like an upsidedown U - steep up and steep down.
Stopped and asked a French woman on a bike if bicycles were allowed to cross and she babbled away to me, but essentially the answer was yes.
Right, gotta go for it. Coming up to the bridge was a cycle lane. Good sign. It then actually continued the whole way over the bridge. One lane for cars and lorries and one for tractors and bikes. Awesome. Don't have to detour to Paris to cross after all.
Rest of day was long and slow and hot. Keep reminding myself I'm not in a race, I can go slow if I want to.
But I wanted to get back to the coast. Aiming for Yvetot then on to Veules-les-Roses.
In Yvetot, I stopped at a supermarket for food, as hadn't eaten or drunk enough water all day again. Got some chocolate biscuits, water and a bottle of yogurt drink.
Once I'd downed the yogurt drink and had half the packet of biscuits, I was off again. Chasing the sun.
Worked out if I put the foot down I could make V-l-Roses about 8.30pm, just before dark. I had lights with me, wee dopey ones, but didn't plan on cycling at night anyway. Pressure was on.
A few km later, my tummy started gurgling. Then I got a wave of chills. Then goosebumps.
Oh shit!
Not sure if it was the dodgy water from campsite, over exertion, heat exhaustion, too much sun or that yogurt drink, but a crisis was emerging.
Flat open countryside. Farmers ploughing fields. Clump of trees in the distance. Pedal pedal pedal. Gurgle, shiver.
I made the trees, scrambled up the bank through the brambles, not worrying about the cuts to my legs and arms, to relief.
I love wet wipes.
So, sun was going down fast, another 10km to go. Eventually I had to use my head torch on front bag and turned rear red light on just outside the town.
Into Veules-les-Roses in the dark at 9pm. More one way streets. Then steep climb to campsite. I actually had to get off and push this time.
Campsite closed for night. Hmmm
Other side of the road was a car park on the cliff, presumably for viewing the view. I didn't view it.
What to do. Well there's no one in the car park. Looked at map and there was a coastal walking path along the cliff. So followed it a good distance from the car park and put up my tent. Sleeping bag out and went to bed.
It was awesome. I could see the lights from the town below and the red flashing lights of the 6 wind turbines above on the other side. I could hear the owls and the booming of the waves below, I eventually got some kip as a thick sea mist began to creep in over me.
Free camping at its best.
Day 10 - 08.09.14
Pont-Audemer to Veules-les-Roses
12pm to 9pm
6hrs 34min cycling
103.8km
3091calories
1327 metres asc
Monday 8th September 2014 - Apparently ducks and their other feathered friends don't actually sleep at night. Heard them bickering with each other at various stages through the night.
Opened the tent to a think mist, but followed my nose to the reception to pick up my bread order. Came back, got the stove on and ate them wrapped up in my sleeping bag, with a cup of instant coffee.
Today I would cross the river Seine. Don't know how and don't know when.
There was a bridge just north from where I was, about 15km away on a D road. Which is kinda like a major road, just below a dual carriageway.
Bit of a steep wee climb before getting onto it, then blasted as hard as I could toward the bridge. As I got closer, it looked bigger. Way bigger than a bridge that would allow bicycles across.
Yep, got to the junction and it became a motorway. No! Looked at map and the next crossing was about a 30km detour. Bummer, sun was starting to get hot.
Nothing for it but go. Next several hours slogging it out through the relentless heat, past fields and fields with only the odd house. Then came the hills again, thankfully under the shade of trees now, as I followed along the river. Some amazing big beautiful houses too along the banks.
Got to Pont de Brotonne and again from a distance looked a bit mental. Like an upsidedown U - steep up and steep down.
Stopped and asked a French woman on a bike if bicycles were allowed to cross and she babbled away to me, but essentially the answer was yes.
Right, gotta go for it. Coming up to the bridge was a cycle lane. Good sign. It then actually continued the whole way over the bridge. One lane for cars and lorries and one for tractors and bikes. Awesome. Don't have to detour to Paris to cross after all.
Rest of day was long and slow and hot. Keep reminding myself I'm not in a race, I can go slow if I want to.
But I wanted to get back to the coast. Aiming for Yvetot then on to Veules-les-Roses.
In Yvetot, I stopped at a supermarket for food, as hadn't eaten or drunk enough water all day again. Got some chocolate biscuits, water and a bottle of yogurt drink.
Once I'd downed the yogurt drink and had half the packet of biscuits, I was off again. Chasing the sun.
Worked out if I put the foot down I could make V-l-Roses about 8.30pm, just before dark. I had lights with me, wee dopey ones, but didn't plan on cycling at night anyway. Pressure was on.
A few km later, my tummy started gurgling. Then I got a wave of chills. Then goosebumps.
Oh shit!
Not sure if it was the dodgy water from campsite, over exertion, heat exhaustion, too much sun or that yogurt drink, but a crisis was emerging.
Flat open countryside. Farmers ploughing fields. Clump of trees in the distance. Pedal pedal pedal. Gurgle, shiver.
I made the trees, scrambled up the bank through the brambles, not worrying about the cuts to my legs and arms, to relief.
I love wet wipes.
So, sun was going down fast, another 10km to go. Eventually I had to use my head torch on front bag and turned rear red light on just outside the town.
Into Veules-les-Roses in the dark at 9pm. More one way streets. Then steep climb to campsite. I actually had to get off and push this time.
Campsite closed for night. Hmmm
Other side of the road was a car park on the cliff, presumably for viewing the view. I didn't view it.
What to do. Well there's no one in the car park. Looked at map and there was a coastal walking path along the cliff. So followed it a good distance from the car park and put up my tent. Sleeping bag out and went to bed.
It was awesome. I could see the lights from the town below and the red flashing lights of the 6 wind turbines above on the other side. I could hear the owls and the booming of the waves below, I eventually got some kip as a thick sea mist began to creep in over me.
Free camping at its best.
Day 10 - 08.09.14
Pont-Audemer to Veules-les-Roses
12pm to 9pm
6hrs 34min cycling
103.8km
3091calories
1327 metres asc
Hot Sun and HILLS - Day 9
Sunday 7th September 2014 - First item on agenda today is shower. Found a wee green dude on my pannier covers this morning, must be into yellow, left him there to chill out while I scrubbed.
Quick internet use at reception where the WiFi only was, then pedalled off at 11am.
3km later stopped at a boulangerie and had my first croissant. Yummy yummy in my tummy.
Back on the road and the plan was to head inland, as the closest bridge at Honfleur was a motorway, so planned to aim for Lisieux, then cross bridge north of Pont-Audemer.
So it was pedal village to village. Each having a nice downhill into it, then a straight up climb out of it. Again and again and again. I was lovely countryside though. Hardly any traffic, great scenery and all.
It was hot. I know I've said the last few days were hot, but inland it was oven hot. You know when you open the oven door and you get that hot whaft of air in your face - that was what day 9 was all about.
Best village I went through was Beuvron-en-Auge. Out of nowhere, turned a corner and was in the middle of an amazing wee village, with lots of flowers, stripy house and people having lunch outside at various restaurants and cafes. It was only one street and the hum of French chatter echoing around was nice.
If I was clean and appropriately dressed, it would've been nice to stop and pretend to be a civilised person for an hour or two!
But I was sweaty, in cycle clothes and had heat rash down both arms and hands, so I went on.
Lots more big stripy houses, farmhouses and barns. Lots of fields with horses and foals. Then passed a horse reproduction unit....
So anyway the rest of the day was the same....hiiilllllsssss. They'd be fine on a cool day at home on a light well oiled road bike. But hauling the bags, the full suspension mountain bike (even when both are locked out, still have some give), a wobbly back wheel, which is like trying to control a wild snake and no water (argh, again), it was slow going.
High point of the day though was when my cleavage saved a butterfly. There aren't any hedgerows and the fields come up to the roads. There are lots of cabbage white butterflies everywhere. They are a bit kamikaze and tend to fly out in front of me just as I pass.
On a straight fast downhill part, one did just that, smashed its face into my glasses and knocked itself out. I thought it might have gone down my open cycle top. Quick look as lots of traffic but didn't see it. Felt like a murderer. A few km later, felt a flutter in my chest, thought I could possibly be having a heart attack - or heat stroke. Pulled over, and the butterfly had resurrected itself, crawled up and out if my top and flew off to freedom (or to be hit and killed by a car). Awww....I'm not a butterfly murderer after all. Feel good.
Through Lisieux. Cobblestones, urgh. Cobblestone steep climb outta town, double urgh.
Stopped at Cormeilles for food, as had nothing since croissant and pain au chocolate in the morning. Saw. A. Sign. For. PIZZA!! Waaaahay.
Walked in and man says non. They start at 6pm. It was 5pm. Well don't flipping put your sign out and open your shop mister until 6pm then, sigh.
Had another croissant from the boulangarie next door and a can of coke.
That got me to Pont-Audemer. Campsite was beside a nature reserve and lake with lots of ducks and geese and birds. It was lovely. Ordered bread again for the morning when checking in.
Another night of tuna and pasta and into bed to let nature lull me to sleep.
I keep forgetting to mention that with all the sun I get during the day (even with wearing factor 15) my arms are like my own natural electric blanket. Nothing like a bit of radiation whilst camping to keep me toasty warm all night.
Day 9 - 07.09.14
Ouistreham to Pont-Audemer
11am to 7pm
5hrs 40min cycling
92.6km
2713calories
1071 metres asc
Sunday 7th September 2014 - First item on agenda today is shower. Found a wee green dude on my pannier covers this morning, must be into yellow, left him there to chill out while I scrubbed.
Quick internet use at reception where the WiFi only was, then pedalled off at 11am.
3km later stopped at a boulangerie and had my first croissant. Yummy yummy in my tummy.
Back on the road and the plan was to head inland, as the closest bridge at Honfleur was a motorway, so planned to aim for Lisieux, then cross bridge north of Pont-Audemer.
So it was pedal village to village. Each having a nice downhill into it, then a straight up climb out of it. Again and again and again. I was lovely countryside though. Hardly any traffic, great scenery and all.
It was hot. I know I've said the last few days were hot, but inland it was oven hot. You know when you open the oven door and you get that hot whaft of air in your face - that was what day 9 was all about.
Best village I went through was Beuvron-en-Auge. Out of nowhere, turned a corner and was in the middle of an amazing wee village, with lots of flowers, stripy house and people having lunch outside at various restaurants and cafes. It was only one street and the hum of French chatter echoing around was nice.
If I was clean and appropriately dressed, it would've been nice to stop and pretend to be a civilised person for an hour or two!
But I was sweaty, in cycle clothes and had heat rash down both arms and hands, so I went on.
Lots more big stripy houses, farmhouses and barns. Lots of fields with horses and foals. Then passed a horse reproduction unit....
So anyway the rest of the day was the same....hiiilllllsssss. They'd be fine on a cool day at home on a light well oiled road bike. But hauling the bags, the full suspension mountain bike (even when both are locked out, still have some give), a wobbly back wheel, which is like trying to control a wild snake and no water (argh, again), it was slow going.
High point of the day though was when my cleavage saved a butterfly. There aren't any hedgerows and the fields come up to the roads. There are lots of cabbage white butterflies everywhere. They are a bit kamikaze and tend to fly out in front of me just as I pass.
On a straight fast downhill part, one did just that, smashed its face into my glasses and knocked itself out. I thought it might have gone down my open cycle top. Quick look as lots of traffic but didn't see it. Felt like a murderer. A few km later, felt a flutter in my chest, thought I could possibly be having a heart attack - or heat stroke. Pulled over, and the butterfly had resurrected itself, crawled up and out if my top and flew off to freedom (or to be hit and killed by a car). Awww....I'm not a butterfly murderer after all. Feel good.
Through Lisieux. Cobblestones, urgh. Cobblestone steep climb outta town, double urgh.
Stopped at Cormeilles for food, as had nothing since croissant and pain au chocolate in the morning. Saw. A. Sign. For. PIZZA!! Waaaahay.
Walked in and man says non. They start at 6pm. It was 5pm. Well don't flipping put your sign out and open your shop mister until 6pm then, sigh.
Had another croissant from the boulangarie next door and a can of coke.
That got me to Pont-Audemer. Campsite was beside a nature reserve and lake with lots of ducks and geese and birds. It was lovely. Ordered bread again for the morning when checking in.
Another night of tuna and pasta and into bed to let nature lull me to sleep.
I keep forgetting to mention that with all the sun I get during the day (even with wearing factor 15) my arms are like my own natural electric blanket. Nothing like a bit of radiation whilst camping to keep me toasty warm all night.
Day 9 - 07.09.14
Ouistreham to Pont-Audemer
11am to 7pm
5hrs 40min cycling
92.6km
2713calories
1071 metres asc
Normandie Coast Sightseeing - Day 8
Saturday 6th September 2014 - Up and packed stuff away. Wet tent, yuck! Left at 10.30am.
First stop of the day was the American Cemetery at Colleville-sur-mer. Up a long smooth flat boulevard, with trees on both sides creating nice dappled shade.
Bike lane right round to beside the entrance and visitor centre. Finding this is the great thing about cycling places, you literally can park at the door of shops, pull in at side of road to take photos and sometimes get your own traffic free smooth lane.
Anyway locked up the bike at the bike parking area and headed in. By passed the visitor center. On the rules board it said about being respectful, no eating, being quiet etc.
So on I walked....click-crunch, click-crunch, click-crunch on the pathway that had a covering of small gravel. Trying to walk on the sides of my shoes past all the other people. No SPD cycling shoes maybe should be added to that list.
Anyway, it was a lovely tranquil setting, but when you walk up towards all the white crosses in the grass, its really striking. Just imagining each on a person. Quite sad really.
Had a mooch about, then the bus loads started arriving so I left. As I was unlocking bike, two guys that had just arrived by bike came over.
Turns out they were cycling from London to Barcelona. They had also done the Mongol Rally, something I've always had an eye on doing, so it was good to hear their experience of that too. A good half hour or so later, we said our goodbyes. They said they'd been told it was €9 entry, I said I'd just walked in and to do the same and enjoy their visit - as much as you can in a cemetery, hmm.
On the bike and next stop was Longues-sur-mer for the gun battery. The following is plagiarism....
Longues-sur-Mer is the only coastal defence battery on theLanding Beaches to be classed as a Historical Monument.
A major construction in the Atlantic Wall, this battery had an artillery command post and four bunkers, each with a 150mm gun permanently in place. Located in the middle of the assault sector and on top of a cliff overlooking the Channel, it played a strategic part in the Allied Landings of 6th June 1944.
Today, it is the only battery still to retain its original guns. Located between Arromanches and Omaha Beach, it affords a panoramic view over the Landing Beaches.
It was pretty cool and hot at the same time.
Right sight seeing done, I want to try and get as far along the coast as I could.
It was hot, I had no water (again), my bike still has its wobbly wheel, it was hot, kept stopping every few km to look at map, hoping I'd magically got further than I had. There were cars, lots of close fast cars. It was hot. Motorbikes. On I went.
I did stop at a supermarche and got two packets of ham&cheese sandwiches for €1 each and a bottle of water for 22cents, last of the big spenders me.
Then I got to Courseulles-sur-mer. Head melt of a seaside town. Couldn't get out of it with all its stupid one way streets and circular roads. It also stank of fish. Not fresh fish, but rancid old rotting fish and smelly sea. Don't know how all the people sitting outside at the cafes could eat their baguettes without vomiting.
Finally made a successful escape and kept going on down the road to Colleville-Montgomery, just beside Ouistreham.
Campsite was okay. Mainly mobile homes, camping pitches were on the sites that there were no mobile homes any more. I felt like a gypo among the houses. Men were playing boules beside reception.
Wee kids kept cycling past all evening. Then, as I was in my tent, they cycled right up to my bike and sat staring at it. I looked out of tent and they fled. Clearly the lack of use of a mirror I've had may be having an effect on people, or just small children.
So settled in for a nights sleep, listening to the cackles of a woman who had had a little to much vino and the snuffles of a dog at my tent, while the man owner tried to call it away quietly shouting at it in French.
I must shower in the morning if the dogs are getting interested in me!
Day 8 - 06.09.14
Omaha Beach to Ouistreham
10.30pm to 5pm
3hrs 30min cycling
58.5km (maybe more as forgot to start garmin after cemetery stop)
1560calories
582 metres asc
Saturday 6th September 2014 - Up and packed stuff away. Wet tent, yuck! Left at 10.30am.
First stop of the day was the American Cemetery at Colleville-sur-mer. Up a long smooth flat boulevard, with trees on both sides creating nice dappled shade.
Bike lane right round to beside the entrance and visitor centre. Finding this is the great thing about cycling places, you literally can park at the door of shops, pull in at side of road to take photos and sometimes get your own traffic free smooth lane.
Anyway locked up the bike at the bike parking area and headed in. By passed the visitor center. On the rules board it said about being respectful, no eating, being quiet etc.
So on I walked....click-crunch, click-crunch, click-crunch on the pathway that had a covering of small gravel. Trying to walk on the sides of my shoes past all the other people. No SPD cycling shoes maybe should be added to that list.
Anyway, it was a lovely tranquil setting, but when you walk up towards all the white crosses in the grass, its really striking. Just imagining each on a person. Quite sad really.
Had a mooch about, then the bus loads started arriving so I left. As I was unlocking bike, two guys that had just arrived by bike came over.
Turns out they were cycling from London to Barcelona. They had also done the Mongol Rally, something I've always had an eye on doing, so it was good to hear their experience of that too. A good half hour or so later, we said our goodbyes. They said they'd been told it was €9 entry, I said I'd just walked in and to do the same and enjoy their visit - as much as you can in a cemetery, hmm.
On the bike and next stop was Longues-sur-mer for the gun battery. The following is plagiarism....
Longues-sur-Mer is the only coastal defence battery on theLanding Beaches to be classed as a Historical Monument.
A major construction in the Atlantic Wall, this battery had an artillery command post and four bunkers, each with a 150mm gun permanently in place. Located in the middle of the assault sector and on top of a cliff overlooking the Channel, it played a strategic part in the Allied Landings of 6th June 1944.
Today, it is the only battery still to retain its original guns. Located between Arromanches and Omaha Beach, it affords a panoramic view over the Landing Beaches.
It was pretty cool and hot at the same time.
Right sight seeing done, I want to try and get as far along the coast as I could.
It was hot, I had no water (again), my bike still has its wobbly wheel, it was hot, kept stopping every few km to look at map, hoping I'd magically got further than I had. There were cars, lots of close fast cars. It was hot. Motorbikes. On I went.
I did stop at a supermarche and got two packets of ham&cheese sandwiches for €1 each and a bottle of water for 22cents, last of the big spenders me.
Then I got to Courseulles-sur-mer. Head melt of a seaside town. Couldn't get out of it with all its stupid one way streets and circular roads. It also stank of fish. Not fresh fish, but rancid old rotting fish and smelly sea. Don't know how all the people sitting outside at the cafes could eat their baguettes without vomiting.
Finally made a successful escape and kept going on down the road to Colleville-Montgomery, just beside Ouistreham.
Campsite was okay. Mainly mobile homes, camping pitches were on the sites that there were no mobile homes any more. I felt like a gypo among the houses. Men were playing boules beside reception.
Wee kids kept cycling past all evening. Then, as I was in my tent, they cycled right up to my bike and sat staring at it. I looked out of tent and they fled. Clearly the lack of use of a mirror I've had may be having an effect on people, or just small children.
So settled in for a nights sleep, listening to the cackles of a woman who had had a little to much vino and the snuffles of a dog at my tent, while the man owner tried to call it away quietly shouting at it in French.
I must shower in the morning if the dogs are getting interested in me!
Day 8 - 06.09.14
Omaha Beach to Ouistreham
10.30pm to 5pm
3hrs 30min cycling
58.5km (maybe more as forgot to start garmin after cemetery stop)
1560calories
582 metres asc
Elephants Roam Free In France - Day 7
Friday 5th September 2014 - Sometime in the early morning. It's dark and quiet. I'm fast asleep, tucked up in my sleeping bag, in my little tent.
Bam! Then wide awake.
What was that that just ran past my head??!! Lie still. Listen. Don't breathe too loud. Don't move.
Thunder thunder thunder. An actual elephant is stomping round my tent. Its actually inside, running around outside the inner tent part that I'm securely zipped into.
Ok, so everything that happens in the dark, at night, is always grossly exaggerated! It was only a little mouse I reckon, looking for more pizza. I listened to it biz round for a while and tapped the tent where I heard it stop, it squeaked and ran off. I went to sleep. It came back a few times again, but I let it do its mousey thing and caught up on my zzzzzzs.
So anyway, morning came, time to get back on le velo. Eventually left about 12.30pm! It was a hazy cloudy morning and I was thinking it'd be perfect cycling weather, not too hot.
As soon as I cycled away from the campsite, what do ya know, the sun came out, full on!
Was lovely cycle for first few hours, quiet country flat roads, sea breeze, beautiful. A thought that had occurred to me last night, as I lay in bed, came into my mind again this morning....I wonder how many dead bodies are in the fields I'm sleeping on/passing by?
Along the route today there were loadsa museums of WW history. They also had massive banner sized photos of buildings then, what they looked like when destroyed, and they were hung in front of the buildings now they are rebuilt. Thought it was quite a good visual way of seeing the past, there was one particularly good one of a church.
Stopped at Utah Beach, one of the landing sites of the Americans. Saw a few tanks and guns and stuff. Quite busy. Didn't go into museum, although it looked pretty new.
On down the road for a while longer. Onto a busier road. There are lots and lots of motorbikers. Usually a group of 6-10 come past on their big Harleys or fast racing type bikes. They're pretty good as I can hear them well before they come past me, especially the blupblupblupblup of the Harleys. The first biker will usually do swerves and then the last one will do them too. Happened a few times, so not sure if its some sort of secret biker signal I'm not in the know about?
Shortish day. Got to campsite at Omaha Beach at 4.30pm. There was a place at the end of the road that had all the old guns and boats and stuff as well.
A guy came up to me when I arrived and in the few words of English he had, I made out I could camp anywhere and reception wasn't open until 5pm. He also wanted my passport. As I went to cycle off he was a like 'Non non non!' I stopped and laughed and he tried to explain he needed my passport. I knew what he was meaning, but he was getting very annoyed with himself that he couldn't find the right English words. It was quite funny. I gave him my passport and said, 'now you run off with it?!' and laughed. He laughed and said it'd be in reception at 5pm (in French of course).
Weirdness continued. Strange campsite. Pretty big. Hedges round each pitch. Quite empty. Some mobile homes. Heard of miniature goats grazing in a pitch and their pen seemed to be an old bunker. Clouds came back and was really really eerily calm and quiet.
Anyway got sorted. Listened to a French couple in their 60's have a domestic, hehe. Then later listened to my old next door neighbours French TV game show, at top volume!
Went to shop and first night I cooked dinner. 3 minute pasta and a tin of tuna with mayo and vegetables. Lovely!
Was also able to charge my power pack, put it in dry bag and left it out all night, worked grand and stayed dry even with the sea mist.
Its working out really well. Can charge my phone about 5 times and my Garmin a couple of times from it, before it needs recharged.
At about 10pm it was so very quiet. I had a great nights sleep.
Day 7 - 05.09.14
Saint Hubert to Omaha Beach
12.30pm to 4.30pm
3hrs 20min cycling
57.7km
1539calories
469 metres asc
Friday 5th September 2014 - Sometime in the early morning. It's dark and quiet. I'm fast asleep, tucked up in my sleeping bag, in my little tent.
Bam! Then wide awake.
What was that that just ran past my head??!! Lie still. Listen. Don't breathe too loud. Don't move.
Thunder thunder thunder. An actual elephant is stomping round my tent. Its actually inside, running around outside the inner tent part that I'm securely zipped into.
Ok, so everything that happens in the dark, at night, is always grossly exaggerated! It was only a little mouse I reckon, looking for more pizza. I listened to it biz round for a while and tapped the tent where I heard it stop, it squeaked and ran off. I went to sleep. It came back a few times again, but I let it do its mousey thing and caught up on my zzzzzzs.
So anyway, morning came, time to get back on le velo. Eventually left about 12.30pm! It was a hazy cloudy morning and I was thinking it'd be perfect cycling weather, not too hot.
As soon as I cycled away from the campsite, what do ya know, the sun came out, full on!
Was lovely cycle for first few hours, quiet country flat roads, sea breeze, beautiful. A thought that had occurred to me last night, as I lay in bed, came into my mind again this morning....I wonder how many dead bodies are in the fields I'm sleeping on/passing by?
Along the route today there were loadsa museums of WW history. They also had massive banner sized photos of buildings then, what they looked like when destroyed, and they were hung in front of the buildings now they are rebuilt. Thought it was quite a good visual way of seeing the past, there was one particularly good one of a church.
Stopped at Utah Beach, one of the landing sites of the Americans. Saw a few tanks and guns and stuff. Quite busy. Didn't go into museum, although it looked pretty new.
On down the road for a while longer. Onto a busier road. There are lots and lots of motorbikers. Usually a group of 6-10 come past on their big Harleys or fast racing type bikes. They're pretty good as I can hear them well before they come past me, especially the blupblupblupblup of the Harleys. The first biker will usually do swerves and then the last one will do them too. Happened a few times, so not sure if its some sort of secret biker signal I'm not in the know about?
Shortish day. Got to campsite at Omaha Beach at 4.30pm. There was a place at the end of the road that had all the old guns and boats and stuff as well.
A guy came up to me when I arrived and in the few words of English he had, I made out I could camp anywhere and reception wasn't open until 5pm. He also wanted my passport. As I went to cycle off he was a like 'Non non non!' I stopped and laughed and he tried to explain he needed my passport. I knew what he was meaning, but he was getting very annoyed with himself that he couldn't find the right English words. It was quite funny. I gave him my passport and said, 'now you run off with it?!' and laughed. He laughed and said it'd be in reception at 5pm (in French of course).
Weirdness continued. Strange campsite. Pretty big. Hedges round each pitch. Quite empty. Some mobile homes. Heard of miniature goats grazing in a pitch and their pen seemed to be an old bunker. Clouds came back and was really really eerily calm and quiet.
Anyway got sorted. Listened to a French couple in their 60's have a domestic, hehe. Then later listened to my old next door neighbours French TV game show, at top volume!
Went to shop and first night I cooked dinner. 3 minute pasta and a tin of tuna with mayo and vegetables. Lovely!
Was also able to charge my power pack, put it in dry bag and left it out all night, worked grand and stayed dry even with the sea mist.
Its working out really well. Can charge my phone about 5 times and my Garmin a couple of times from it, before it needs recharged.
At about 10pm it was so very quiet. I had a great nights sleep.
Day 7 - 05.09.14
Saint Hubert to Omaha Beach
12.30pm to 4.30pm
3hrs 20min cycling
57.7km
1539calories
469 metres asc
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