After 2 nights off we hit the road. We still struggle to understand the concept of having every shop, supermarket and restaurant closed on a Sunday and Monday in rural France. There is not a soul in the streets, its as though we were cycling through a ghost town. This presents a problem of not being able to acquire certain luxuries – water, Coca Cola, toilet paper (strangely no public toilet or campsite provide toilet paper) and my breakfast chocolate croissant. We make do for the day but are still yet to learn of the customs here in France.
Almost immediately we both found it hard to get comfortable on the bike and settle into our groove for the day. After a while you can usual get into a certain routine in which you pace yourself for the day. You have breaks at certain times and eat your prepared snacks to keep you going. However on this day it would just not happen. The seat felt more uncomfortable than ever and we had a bit of a slog ahead of us. Nether-the-less we pushed on and kept going. As the day came to end, we had endured a fairly unpleasant day, but looked at the positives. We stayed in a small village about 8km south of Angers called Les Ponts-de-ce. I surprised Jen with a semi-furnished permanent tent I found onsite. It had a stove and fridge, a bed (thank god), showers and a few lawn chairs. We sat back, put a movie on the laptop and relaxed for the evening. It was a welcome treat for ourselves as we spent some quality time together without any bikes or tents or smelly clothes.