Day 3,
Thursday: 119 km. Sabre to je-ne-sais-pas (close to Cadiallc), with a huge detour.
What’s new:
My right knee hurts.
Heros of
the day: Isabelle again for finding Alaine & Andrea for me, who I never
ended up staying with, because Phillipe and his wife had to save me.
Soundtrack (listen to this while you read my post): Boy - Drive
I got
terriby lost in a forest today around noon and when I pushed my bike through a
sandy road, I though that this is what I am going to write about today: “Don’t build your house on the sandy land and don’t bike on sandy streets with heavy
bags on your bike.” Little did I know that this day would get much worse.
Isabelle,
my lovely beautiful host from last night, had organised a place for me to sleep
close to Pellegrue. After lunch, around 3 pm, when I realized I still had to go 75
kilometers to get there due to my unfortunate morning, I decided: “I still can do
this” and started pedalling. When I called the family 2 hours later, it was
only 40 kilometers more to go.
But my GPS
wanted to show me around this amazing area. For some reason, it took me around
a beautiful wine street and I got to see vineyards and farms. But after 2,5
hours of going crazy on my bike, I still was (according to Google Maps) 40
kilometers away from where I wanted to sleep. I really don’t know how that
happened. Will unpack the mannual tonight and read it.
Again, I
decided: I can do this. Somehow. I have no choice.
I didn’t
really have time to whine about it, I had to keep going. I wish I would work in
real live like this. Too often, I find myself regretting, pondering and
reconsidering stuff that can’t be reconsidered. Not so today. No time to be mad at
the GPS, I just had to keep going.
But then
suddenly it was 7:50 pm, I had already gone 110
kilometers today – and I still was not closer to where I wanted to go.
If it was
for me, I probably would have kept going and going and going until I arrived at
the house of Andrea and Alaine, the nice couple who agreed to host me. Just
because I wanted to meet them and I was so excited to have a place to sleep.
But I had also made a promise to my dad: No biking when it’s dark. And I was
going to keep this promise. So I finally stopped when the sun started to set
and it hit me: I need help.
I saw a
family in a house – the window was open and they were cooking and they looked
nice. I took a deep breath, took a step toward their door – and turned around
again because I realized that if I had to talk now, I might start to cry. Breathe.
Okay, here
I go. “J’ai besoin d’aide” I said.
I write
this post in my own little room in their house, where Phillipe et la madame de
masion have invited me into. I had bread,
paté, and a yummi egg-bacon-tomato-onion ragout for dinner, and yoghurt and
chesse.
And now I
will go to sleep. And try to forget that everyone seems so worried about the
hilly area that is coming up.
Merci,
merci, mercia à Alaine + Andrea who would (nearly) have
hosted me. Je suis trés désolée que je n’ai jamais arivée! Calling you to tell
you I wouldn’t come was sad, but you built me up so nicley on the phone even
though you have never met me. France, je t’aime!
And then – merci
beaucuop à cette famille. Merci, Sebastien, pour les cartes. Vous êtes trop
gentils ! I am sooo thankful!
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