During the night the thunderstorms could be heard rolling around the mountains. At seven-thirty this morning one arrived right over the campsite. Great. We packed up as much as we could inside the tent whilst outside the young tough German girls 'just got on with it'. Eventually the weather settled and we venture outside, made coffee and finished packing. Angela hadn't had a good night, more of her body ached, particularly the thumb on her left hand (not the one she'd had x-rayed) which was like nagging toothache. She wouldn't be held back though. And so our cycling day began, the threatening rain clouds never far away.
First stop the next town to sort out Angela's prescription from the hospital. No thank you she didn't want the codeine. Pressure bandages, dressings and, oh no not iodine! Just a small, but expensive bottle. Her pharmacy bill 49 euros. Paperwork for saga insurance please. God knows how much Angela had racked up yesterday. Ambulances, hospitals and doctors. Leaving town the weather closed in. We stopped to put on our rain jackets, and then the sky emptied. The nearby tree we sheltered under couldn't save us. We were well and truly soaked. People have said, we are on an adventure, more like a test of endurance. When you're cycling there is no choice. You just have to get on with it.
The weather improved and we carried on enjoying the scenery, but for Angela not the wobbly suspension bridge just before Montelimar.
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She was tired, we cycled around thirty miles and her body ached. Hallucinating, or so she thought, she saw a man cycling towards her in natural coloured lycra. Or so she thought. Did that man have a saucisson hanging over the front of his saddle? John confirmed, yes the man was cycling totally naked! As you do. Eventually we reached a campsite. Natural camping on the farm. We were greeted warmly, charged a mere 12 euros, given an iced cold bottle of water. By now we'd cycled around thirty five miles. Angela was done in.
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