Les Cottages du Lac
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- Refrigerator in room
- Microwave in room
- Indoor pool
- High-speed internet in room
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... dune at the end of the day was lots harder.
The third day we headed into Bordeaux. It was so hot, about 37 degrees, but such a beautiful city. We were going to do the 70 minute bus or 60 minute guided train around the city but found a map and decided to do our own tour with Jim reading the map and me taking the photos, perfect.
That night we ate in the campsite restaurant and then headed back to the tent. When we were in bed there was a massive thunder ...
... specialty foods, breads, pastries and on and on until Kerry is nearly having to pull me out of the shop before I buy the lot! I wanted to buy some bacon and was trying to explain what I wanted and the French lady beside me spoke in English and asked me what I wanted. She explained to the lady and I asked her if the French ate bacon and eggs for breakfast. She said that she only ate that when they were travelling. I asked what do the French eat ...
... to be made between continuing on the regular route or turning off onto the long route. The threat of rain didn't seem serious enough to really worry about so I chose the long route and Peter, Sue and Mesfin joined me. Wayne and Lori seemed interested, too, but Lori picked up a staple in one of her tires while we were at lunch--first puncture of the trip--and had to take care of that.
We started moving even faster now, up to about 32 km/h from 28-29 km/h earlier, ...
... their hotel has a bar!
We are just back from a very pleasant dinner, the results of which are in these photos. Hard to believe that one can have a three-course meal, a half litre of nice wine and a coffee for about $25. Caroline managed to stuff 10 of us in the van for the return journey. We are off tomorrow at 8am for what is forecast to be a rainy ...
... flying with the fast and furious, and instead lumbered along the bike path that paralleled the highway to the coast. The surface was familiar, as just like back home I encountered wobbly asphalt, roots that had caused the pavement to ripple, and broken bits to navigate. But it served my purposes well as by then I was in no real rush having made such excellent time earlier. Although the forecast had called ...