A beautiful day dawned today – lethal, as it was the start of me getting sunburnt shoulders (which are still painful as I write this on day 11 (Thursday)).
As it was so lovely we just chilled by the pool (just the 2 of us, lovely). I kicked a sunbed resulting a bruise wrapped around my little toe – fairly standard for me. This is to add to my collection of bruises on my legs, some are biking injuries, others I have no idea where they came from!
Completely forgot the ‘no shorts’ rule. Will have to wait another day for a glimpse of his Daniel Craigs!!
We both completely forgot about the ‘no shorts’ rule so you’ll have to wait another day for a glimpse of Calv in his Daniel Craigs!
In the afternoon we set off for a bike road going the other way on the cycle path. The cycle paths over here are fantastic (there seems to be a real understanding as well on the roads – for the most part) Some of the cycle paths even have their own ‘road’ number! We visited the village of Lege Cap Ferret, just a mile or so away, which was totally charming, but everything was shut! This included the café we tried to use, which was shutting at quarter to 3..
So back onto the cycle route. The path was completely straight with forest on either side. We came across the abandoned petrol pumps and there were no barriers to going to look at them so I insisted (Calv didn’t want to). We went and had a look, and as I was riding back down the lane this bloke came hairing up in his pick-up. As he went past me Calv’s hat flew off my head, so I had to stop to retrieve it. All the way this guy has now parked up and is watching us closely – I don’t know what he thought we were going to do – we don’t exactly look like master criminals do we?!
After 5 miles we realised that we still had 5 miles to the next town/village and it was literally baking. With only 1/2 bottle of drink left we decided we’d better head back. We got straight back in the pool, but we had to share it this time – very refreshing though 🙂
Later in the day Calv got the idea that the Air Con needed re-gassing (well, he already had that idea, but he decided we should do something about it), so we visited 1 garage where we managed to ascertain they couldn’t do anything until next Tuesday, so we tried the Renault garage over the road from the campsite. Again I managed to make myself understood, again they had bookings and couldn’t do it quickly. But then the lady wanted to be helpful so she said she could fit us in at 8.15 tomorrow morning (we were leaving at about 10am) – this was all in French you understand! Her co-worked (we assume her husband) was very clearly not happy with her… So she’s gone out of her way to help us out. We get back to the van and Calv says “I’ll just check it’s not a fuse”. Well, guess what? It was! So all that effort and hard work for nothing.
By now it was about 8pm so we thought, rather than just not turn up, we’d write her a note (with the help of a translation from Google!), and pop it through the door. Only when we got over there her horrible husband was still working. He was sat in a recovery lorry. “We’re closed”, he barked (literally – and in French). I said we wanted to see the lady in reception. “Pour Quoi?” (Again barked – horrible man). Calv gave him the note. All very well, except I’d finished it with a sentence saying that I hoped we hadn’t upset her colleague too much!
On the move again tomorrow – heading down to the Pyrenees (look out for Day 10- hopefully I’ll be able to upload plenty of the pictures we’ve taken 🙂 )