San Remo to Mandelieu la Napoule 100km
To La Londe les Maures 101km
I guess we were pretty lucky to get a room in San Remo. But we also very lucky to arrive the day before the annual "Flower Show". 1000s had come to San Remo to see it, and watch the Sunday morning parade of floats. I was not particularly interested in the flowers, but on Saturday night, we had seen a couple of jazzy "marching bands" that were going to be in the parade, so I was keen to see them. Talk about "packing them in". The streets were lined eight deep with oldies, mostly shorter than Ju and I, it's not often I feel tall. We stood, pressed boobs to bums, for half an hour, as the crowd swelled. Some very enthusiastic Medics were running up and down the street dealing with unwell members of the crowd, so they kept us amused. Finally the parade came, but very few of the bands were actually playing as they passed us...bother.
We spent Monday packing Ju's bike, and "shopping". Ju looked. I watched..... the crowds. And then Tuesday morning she left.........
After a wonderful holiday, I'm now about 400km short of where I should be, so I need to make up some kms if I'm going to catch my flight to USA. So I'm off. It doesn't take long to hit the French border, and not long after that, I'm in my third country for the day, Monaco. It was only as I arrived that I realised I had not downloaded the Monaco map.... bother. But it shouldn't be too hard to navigate through. It's only a small country, and there are signs..... There are also some hot looking cars. A few of my Petrol Head friends would have been salivating. I saw some red ones, some blacks ones, two pink ones, and a gun metal grey Russian one, that almost took me out, as did the big black Landover. Seems they don't like cyclists here. Oh and the navigation? Following signs led me into a very unpleasant, fumey, uphill tunnel...... which led me back into France, but at least it was in the right direction.
Nice had a really good cycle track, right along the waterfront, right across the city. Lots of flash cars, very big boats, and wealthy looking tourists, and the beach wasn't even too flash. I think this is where you come to be seen, and to flash your hot looking girlfriend and wealth about. My hot looking girlfriend is on a train to Rome, and my wealth is not the money type. Wrong city for me.
Antibes, is a little more low key, but still lots of wealth and flashing. There were some cycle tracks, but the traffic wasn't too bad. Still not my type of city.
Cannes was a zoo. There was some sort of conference on, maybe Real Estate. Thousands of suits, all looking very important, and in a hurry. I'm sure I was the only visitor in the city, not in a suit, and without the colourful lanyard around my neck, identifying where I was from, and how important I was.
Not long past Cannes, I realised I was getting tired, so found a campsite. No flash hotels for me tonight.
Heading out today, and yesterday's headwind has become a tailwind.... mostly. Except, I'm cycling around a peninsula, with lots of small coves and bays. I'm cycling slightly downhill, with the wind at my back, and not even pedaling, and I'm breaking the 30kph speed limit by 20kph. Then I turn a corner, and it's like hitting a wall. Down to granny gear and 5kph. The wind is very strong, and is ripping the surf up the beach and on to the rocks. It's spectacular, and these tiny bays are outstandingly beautiful. Some are totally protected from the wind and the water is calm. Others are exposed, and are being thrashed by the waves. Juliet would have loved it.
It's exciting riding through the storm. Being pushed about by the wind, splashed by the surf, but around lunch time it starts to rain. I'm climbing up a scenic valley. There are heaps of great places to camp, but it's persisting down. After an hour or so, it's no longer exciting. I'm cold, and getting tired. A cycle path takes me into a town, one I've never heard of, and I find a hotel. Time to dry out. This is my sort if town.