I turned right at the junction and followed the road for 500m I past a small school and maybe half a dozen cottages. The area was quite and it was just before four o’clock on a Sunday afternoon when I rode into St Martins camp ground, it was almost like a small graveyard were all the graves had been removed.
I somehow managed to find the EUROVELO 5 and follow it, the route was excellent, I spent hours cycling through the wine region, with the main road in the distance and as I was high on the side of a hill, I could see for miles.
Being 600 miles away from the place you normally call home makes you think! I’m sat in a hammock in pitch No:64 at Camping De Molsheim, the sun is blazing, it’s about 11:30 or 12:30, who knows.
The cost to repair my bike was almost the price of a new one, so I decided just to pick up another bike, At first I couldn’t decide which bike to buy but I opted for the BTWin for a couple of reasons it was cheap and had rigid forks.
This morning I was in Dabo it turns out I had cycled and pushed up to 650m above sea level, I was achy and grumpy.
Cycling has becoming a lot easier, I’m getting used to the weight and I have it set up so I’m comfortable, well as comfortable as you can be on a bicycle.