We were unable to book trains for us and our bikes until Tuesday, so decided to treat ourselves and splash out on a little cabin for three nights. No more cold, wet nights in our little tent. Last night we rested well, not waking until just before nine. Luxury. Today we would be 'tourists', cycling into the old town to take in the medieval architecture. Coffee, and general mooching about suited us well. Then back to our humble abode to book the car ferry home. Unfortunately, the crossing on Wednesday is overnight, arriving in Poole at seven in the morning. As the rain poured down early this evening Angela spoke to a young girl who was on day two of her cycling trip. Her destination is Portugal in around fifty days. Taking the train at times. Yes, we're a mad bunch of us, cycle tourists. Bring on the next trip we say. We are just over half way now to Budapest. What do we think, perhaps next year.
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