End of the ride

We woke up and had breakfast, and before heading off on our last day of cycling, we were recommended to visit the market—it was said to be the best place to see the seafood.
Amazing! Since we were cycling, we couldn’t buy much, but we picked up a couple of bits for a picnic.

The start of the ride was simple, following another canal out of Sète. This was our first sighting of flamingos 🦩.

We reached the spot where we were meant to join the path running between two étangs and a canal, but it took a few tries to actually get on it.
All was going well until Jim had his third puncture 😱. While he fixed it, I got the picnic ready, which we ate while watching more flamingos 🦩.

We dropped the bikes off and unpacked the panniers, ready for an Uber into the city to our loft apartment in Montpellier. It’s nice to have space, but it lacks the homely touch we’d grown used to in the guest houses. We unpacked and washed all the cycling gear—which should make our bags smell a little nicer!

After showers and a glass of the rosé I’d been carrying around for a few days, we ventured into town. We were in need of a quiet night to feel refreshed for the next day.
The town was heaving—we think it must be the equivalent of Freshers’ Week, with so many students around. We had dinner at a pavement café and ended up in a brewery for a few drinks.

Then, finally, bed—and the luxury of sleeping in the same bed for a couple of nights with no alarm set !Read more