Dijon today, another short ride in miles, but it feels longer in the saddle of a Honda C90.
We took a day off yesterday in the forest de Orient, chilled out, drank wine and didn't ride our bikes.
We've scored another cheap hotel and have begun drinking the miles away agian. Is there nothing that booze can't fix..
we've spent nearly 6 hours a day riding. We take smaller roads so as not to get swamped by speeding traffic over taking us and blowing us off our bikes.
I am writing this drunk and broken, but I can still remember the joy I felt as we cut our way through the french country side, our route often flanked by poplar trees and farm land that is unmistakingly French.
You feel so much more connected to the land when travelling by motorbike, probably because you feel every bump and twist of the road...
I must sleep now and rest for tomorrow's mamoth journey to Geneva.
Jamie
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