Well the night before, Jen and I had a very big conversation and got a lot of things off our chests. We then decided that Jen was no longer going to continue on the adventure we had been planning for so long. I was upset but knew our marriage was more important. I offered to fly home with her but after some disagreement she refused. She could not live with the guilt of taking me off this trip of a lifetime because she no longer enjoyed it. I argued that this trip of a lifetime was to have her by my side. Still, she was strong willed and insisted I stay and keep cycling, keep writing and keep having an adventure. We had gotten ourselves into this situation and now we needed to make the best of it. Our lives in Australia were gone and for us to both go back now after 3 weeks would have been a waste. Instead I was to stay and keep riding. Jen would fly back to the UK, about 2 months ahead of schedule and I would see her again for Christmas.
With a decision made, we agreed that for Jen to finally cycle to Nantes would be a symbolic finish line for her 2 week, 600km cycle from Paris. It gave us some time to spend with each other and we even splurged on a fancy hotel room for a few nights. It was a tough day of riding through the rain to Nantes and most likely further cemented Jen’s decision to go home. We made some drastic plans and reassessed everything we had ever planned for. How long would I continue cycling? Where would I cycle too? What was Jen to do in the UK? So many questions we needed to answer. All traces of our 6 months planning in Australia for Europe was out the window as I started to think about the change in dynamic that was occurring, not only for this cycling adventure but for our marriage.