Brittany to Normandy
I enjoyed my time at this little campsite, but i found the owner a bit annoying. She would always say 'you need to do this' and 'you need to do that' with regards to my journey and my painful knee. She mean't well but she was persistant and was always on my back. I was getting a bit irritated by her and i wanted her to back off. I can take advice no problem but to be constantly told that i did not know fully what i was doing was hard to take, she wanted me to go to a local doctor with her and i agreed just to go along with things but i decided to plan my departure. The doctor prescribed me with pills and spray which hit me 30 or 40 Euros. Not good. I felt time spent taking it easy would have sufficed.
I was off the next day, what a glorious day it was too. This to me was what this journey was all about, feeling free.
My diet consisted of eating bread, croissants and other delicious pastries from lots of Boulangeries in between meals, i lost weight and it was starting to show. It didnt matter if i lost weight, i was having such a good time. If i didnt eat for a few hours and then got around to eating late in the day when i set up camp i devoured my food. Food tasted soo much better after 9 hours on two wheels.
My next destination was Rennes, Rennes turned out to be a wonderful city. Grand Arhitecture, beautiful buildings and magnificent open streets and Boulavards. The weather was fantastic, everyday the sun shone and this added to the splendor of this old city. Tourists swarmed all around drinking and eating icecream.
I set up campsite on the outskirts of Rennes.
I was up early and on my bike the next day, i was loosing track of the days and the date, i didnt really care. I was happy. I travelled North East heading towards the border with Normandy, i planned to cross into Normandy later that day.
The roads seemed a little better as i travelled and nearing Normandy the land seemed less hilly which made going a little faster. Some hills i scaled were very difficult. I would tell myself that i would get up a hill and try to it without stopping, pushing myself very hard for reasons im not sure. It pushed me going up some of these hills on the bike with a Tent, Sleeping bag, equipment and a Rucksack full of clothes. To make matters worse the sun was always beating down, i felt as if my head was going to explode.
Onwards i travelled, i came to one massive hill which i was to climb to enter Normandy, on the otherside of the hill was a town called 'St Hilaire'i planned to set up camp in. The hill was demanding but once scaled it was all down hill into the town. I sped down the hill free-wheeling. My speed pick up, i was going very fast with traffic passing me hitting horns, some to jest and some possibly to warn me that i needed to slow down. I slammed on the brakes as i felt this was way too dangerous.
Setting up camp i wandered into town. Nearby was the Tourist attraction of 'Le Mont-Sont Michel' a wonderful Medieval castle set off shore and which can only be reached by foot when the tide is out. I wanted to visit but unfortunately the road in the direction to the attraction seemed very hazzardous with speeding traffic.
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