Lost in Lyon

Our flight into Lyon gives us a grand view of the mountains. The two boxes with the bicycles rolled out on to the belt, looking intact. But the bicycle bag that I had checked in did not arrive, and it contained most of my camping gear.

We met up with maman Sabine at the airport. While Kiran was hugging her, I set about building Schopper up from the parts. The first time I put a bicycle together is at an airport. Kiran gave Schopper his stamp of approval and then we held each other for a long hug and kiss goodbye.

I went outside to face 70 km winds from a storm. I could did barely even stand up. Without my tent - my home by now - and without my adventurer boy, I felt particularly lost looking at the storm.Baca lagi