Having just left our dyke hidded sleeping place, we run into a signpost a bit different from the previous ones. And we are back in France !
COCORICO !!
Instantly, it's weird to feel "at home", as the long international part of our trip is over. We still have about 1400km to go however...
On the other hand of this enthusiastic moment, it's sunday, we are low on food, the bike road is deadly boring and a small headwind is draining our energy at an alarming rate.
We are quite lucky to find a snack truck for tea time (hotdog+ french fries), not that good and expensive but we were starving.
Tchating with the snack owner, we realize how "french" people can be racists toward the turkish population. With still all the war memorials of Berlin in mind, this attitude is really striking us hard.
Tchating with the snack owner, we realize how "french" people can be racists toward the turkish population. With still all the war memorials of Berlin in mind, this attitude is really striking us hard.
Back on saddle, we add enough distance to just stop in the woods at 15km from Strasbourg. We're so tired that we leave all the dishes and the pot unpacked, thinking about cleaning all that stuff tomorrow.
The night isn't very good, rain starts at 9PM and stops at 9AM, hurray...
Good news, our tent is infested by this :
Good news, our tent is infested by this :
And we have nothing to eat for a proper breakfast (a small piece of chocolate aside, count as moral support).
After a slug genocide, packing moist and sometimes sticky stuff, we enter Strasbourg, looking for a breakfast that we'll find in front of the cathedral.
Ok, sauerkraut and knuckle are not the perfect traditionnal breakfast, but we are full !
We then find easily our way to Annie and Gérard's place, part of Vinciane's family. These Bretons are everywhere !
To come, Strasbourg.
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