We were second to leave this morning, beaten by a French couple couple who looked like they couldn't wait for the torture to end. You'd be amazed how many cyclists we see (normally on electric bikes) who look well glum. They want to try pedalling. After all that effort and achievement, by the end of the day you're tired but happy. Ready to do it all again tomorrow. Lunchtime soon came around and as usual we found a shady spot to sit in. Two young men on Brompton bicycles passed by. They were English. Cycling from Nevers to Angers. Staying in hotels, which was obvious. Their clothes were immaculate. You can always spot us who camp. We look a little unkempt. Keen to continue we left at two in the direction of Orleans. As last time we were here all signage for Loire en Velo disappeared on the outskirts of town. As per our last visit we became lost. Angela's patience was wearing thin. Put some bloody signs up! Her frustration caused her to enter a nearby estate agents. No she didn't want to buy a house in Orleans. Never. She just wanted directions to a bridge, any bridge that crossed the river Loire. Carry on straight up this road Madam. Job done, we were on our way once again. To add to our woes John felt sick. Was it from eating 'the best ever filled baguette so far'? Who knows. That aside we journeyed on and Angela realized which campsite we would arrive at for the night. She also remembered we had take away pizza from the town when we were here last year. That was dinner sorted. Fortunately John had recovered by then. The campsite was where we met Rita from Bern in Switzerland, whom we met many times after during the following week. This time we got chatting to a lady from Germany. That's what's so nice about cycle touring. It's very sociable. As we retired to bed we were happy. The French cyclists from this morning were probably planning to sell their bikes, panniers and tents when they returned home.
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