Oh dear....
Woke up at half 11 in a room with two other folk snoring heavily. Into the sitting room to try to gather my shit and have a wash to find another million folk sleeping in between me and the shower and my stuff. Back to bed for a bit (bad decision) then up for a second attempt. Shower, packing, brioche and nutella, on the road.
Cycled down a pleasant road for 2 minutes to the river and turned right heading for Blois. This road was to be my last pleasant one of the day.
Clement had told me there was a nice cycle track all the way from Orleans to Blois, making me view the day with misplaced optimism. It was brutally windy. Probably the most brutal wind I had experienced so far. The follwoing video attempts to document the "utter brutality" of the day. Anyway I pushed on and was making surprisingly good progress by the time I stopped for lunch. Tears nearly broke through following a rude expulsion from a restaurant because I was about 3 minutes later than lunch was served for. Cunts. Eventually I found some scran and was feeling a bit more hopeful (mainly cause there was no wind but then again I was in an enclosed square in a village).
Back on the road for a section of the "nice cycle track" that wasn't nearly paved and instead consisted of a shitload of potholes filled with manky water. Then the iPod died. Tears in the saddle for the first time since I left Glasgow! Its funny how easliy misery and a feeling of utter helplessness can manifest itself if a bad feed, wind and the failure of a small music player occur simultaneously.
Pedal on, nearly dark and I pass the sign for Blois. Heaven! After the mania of Clement and Orleans I was praying for some quiet couch hosts and thats what I got. Daniel and Emmanuel were very apologetic at not taking me out for a ruckus night out on the town but I was fucking relieved! A very polite evening of chat, raclette, assorted meats and red wine made me hate my cycling mission slightly less. Thanks folks!
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