Day 38: Provins to Melun. Approximately 30 miles.

My god did I eat a lot at breakfast, totally starving! Anyway it was baltic again but at least the sun was out and the miles few. Had to get to Melun at a reasonable time due to not having anywhere to stay. Stopped for a coffee and my millionth pain au chocolat in Nangis and managed to reach Melun just after lunchtime. Jefferson Airplane was the order of the day music wise which matched the rolling hills and autumn sun rather well.
First port of call in melun: internet cafe, hurrah! Utilising such establishments prior to finding somewhere to sleep can be a slight pain in the arse though as it means I have to unload all the shit from the bike and struggle into the cafe with it. Anyway its worth it to get some contact with the outside world...Tom, Horse, mother...

Off to the tourist information to enquire as to the cheapest hotel in town. That sucessfully accomplished I headed out to find it. Funny place! Run by a totally sound chap called Kamel (pictured below) and his trusty sidekick (an old man who had lived in France for 25 years and didn't speak any French, ridiculous). The hotel was also home to more mice than live in the Horse's house. Shocking.
Me and Kamel ended up getting rather pished on free beer and smoking hunners of fags inside, awesome! Only for the second time since leaving the UK did I have to concentrate on not throwing up in bed. Thank god tomorrow is short!