Today I cycled down the Meuse until lunch time when I looked at the river at Dun sur Meuse (see photo) and realised it was flowing the other way. Cycling up the Meuse sounds harder but the new stoical me took it all in my stride. Dylan was my constant companion in all this but maybe not for much longer as the exension lead on the Dansette seems to be running out. Stopped at first a German and then a French WW1 cemetery, then rolled into Verdun. Too wimpy to camp so it was another hotel.
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You could try a transistor radio when the Dansette gives up the ghost.
ReplyDeleteMartin,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the pithy updates. It is easy to imagine the pains, but I'm sure it is impossible to appreciate the physical ...challenge?
With all of the pedaling, surely you can afford some foie gras pate in Strasbourg.