Reroute to Riviera

Turns out, there are only two ways out of the harbor town. Ride out over the highway, or take a bus which loads bicycles. Which leaves at 06:45 in the morning.

So, after less sleep than we had earned, we were packed up and got on to the bus. Two sailing men spent the whole time exchanging important info about their vessels, dogs, and wives - in that order. Kiran was still excited about the wild boar we saw last night.

At Arles, we caught a train. I was not yet ready to forgive Marseille, so we kept heading east towards the French Riviera.Read more