Kyriad Rennes Nord
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Another travel day from Bordeaux to Rennes. Rennes is heading west and close to the west coast. The reason for going to Rennes is it is about an hour away from the famous Mont Saint Michel, and has a dedicated direct bus.
It was such a nice sunny day and the lovely green countryside made the time pass quickly. I arrive into Rennes about 5.30pm and head to my accommodation.
Its a ...
... take a 60 degree left hand blind bend with a reasonable sweep on it.****! As the bend opens up there's a red Peugeot 205 belting towards us with some ruddy faced pisshead with a greybeard heading straight towards me on my side of the road. He sees me at the last second and swerves over to his side of the road - nobhead!
Metaphoric wipe of brow. F**k, that was close. Karma - what will be, will be.
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... room, there were 2 blokes sat at the bar with a woman behind it who I can only describe as Tommy Lee Jones but uglier.
Will and I sit at a table in the corner by the door, behind these blokes. Right from the get go they had turned towards us and were staring at us.
Tommy Lee tried to engage them in some sort of conversation but they kept on staring at us, not in an aggressive way but in a weird way, as if they had never seen humans before.
Now if I ...
... on the right one and it's tough luck if we made a bad choice. After treating ourselves to some lunch we set off for the CC shops. We needed a new regulator for the solar panel as the charge doesn't seem to be getting through to the batteries. We managed to find one so off we went again. We were going to spend the night at Fougères. Fougères was full but we parked ourselves at ...
... to a Saturday night house party where I met lots of Frenchies and struggled to converse with them all. I was particularly happy to use my recently acquired French/Spanish scrambled language to speak with a Frenchie fluent in Spanish, in what must have been an amusing jumble for anyone listening in. All that remained, then, was to enjoy the ferry home to Ireland and join one last convoy of bikers on the noticeably chillier ride north back to ...