We've been debating what to call the other tourers for days. Lucy wanted to call them the 3 muskateers, although that would create the impression that they were organised and efficient. I wanted to call them the 3 amigos or the 3 stooges, as that would give you more of an impression of what they are really like.
We awoke in Lucon to glorious weather again, to see the other tourers already packed and ready to go. We always take our time in the morning, although to be honest we're getting better at it. As they left I thought to myself we'll be seeing them again in the not too distant future. Seeing as we had 20 years on them it made sense that we would catch them up at some point.
So 2 hours later we left the campsite with the intention of reaching La Rochelle, made famous to anyone of my age by the Tricalore exercise books from GGSE French. I was looking forward to seeing if Jean-Paul or Monsieur Dupont really existed (not really, but you know what I mean!)
Within 45 minutes we had caught up with the 3 muskamigos, who were sheltering under the shqde of a tunnel, looking like death and not having a clue where they were. I could have laughed out loud when they explained that they didn't have a map and didn't know where they were. I didn't though, as that would have been rude.
Anyway, we gave them some peanuts, pointed them in the right direction and cycled with them for a couple of miles before they started talking about needing a beer and going our separate ways.
We made it to La Rochelle, and again it was a stunning day in the mid 30's, and again we went through some stunning little villages, Mansilly being one of them. Saying that we cycled round for about half an hour trying to find bread to go with our cheese for lunch, and as usual everything was shut when we needed it!! There was a bike path leading all the way into La Rochelle through some lovely countryside and we went across a pretty impressive bridge.
La Rochelle is beautiful, and for the 2nd time in the trip we went out for dinner. Although we both ate pretty much what we have been eating everyday from the camp stove, which is a bit weird.
41.72 miles on the speedo, which isn't bad in the heat of the day.
Lucy's quote of the day: "It feels like we are camping in Tooting"
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