'Entre Deux Mers'-Day 6
Sunday September 8th
| We awakened to the sound of running water. Not unusual for a paper mill which
derived its power from a rushing stream. It didn't sound
quite the same as it had done the previous night. I peered through the curtains to see
what we had both dreaded: rain. Steadily falling from a grey sky. Breakfast was
superb, and by 9 a.m. we were on our way through the valley of the river
Lot in constant drenching rain. Particularly annoying as we later found
out that Wales was enjoying a hot
sunny day.
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The afternoon was better and we crossed several large rivers on our way to
Montaubun, where we got totally lost in search of an open bar for a soft
drink and a way out of the town that didn't take us on the autoroute.
In fact, I think we did actually cycle on the hard shoulder for a few
hundred metres by mistake in our confusion. Eventually, we arrived in our
Chambre D'Hote way out in the countryside in the village of Mezens, north
west of Toulouse. We both agreed that a kilometre at the end of a day felt every
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It was run by a young,
recently widowed Belgian with a very charismatic 12 year old daughter. We enjoyed a fine meal in the company of an elderly Dutch couple, he
having been an expert in Physics at one of Holland's top universities.
Meeting people like this in an informal setting has been one of the great
pluses of this trip. Fantastic value at just 40 euros for dinner bed and
breakfast. Once again, sleep was not a problem. |
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Day 6: 82 miles in 7 hrs 30 mins |
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