Day 8. Rolling Hills to France

Saturday 7th August
39 Miles

We forgot to take a photo before packing up

proper hills

James:
39 Miles and now in France!!
Epic ride up and down BIG hills. Also had to bike through the rain. Rice pudding pies are now our favourite treat, very good once at the top of a big hill Yum!

lunch at the top of a huge hill



more shrines

James becomes obsessed with post boxes


P.S. Everyone has the same postboxes, there are like 10 different ones across the whole of Belgium to France!!

Silent village. This is because we are approaching France


Susie:
FRANCE!!
just over the border. A day of ever growing hills- one we had to walk up. I spoke my first French to another cyclist who was lost and glad of our map, second French in a butchers, with a very nice butcher who spoke no english- got two lovely lamb steaks for dinner.


DOCUMENTARY FOOTAGE OF BORDER CROSSING!


France!


The campsite is in a forest - I wasn't sure it would exist. No-one here is not French, they all seem quite settled and stayed up late keeping us awake with appalling karaoke


Karaoke camping



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