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Brittany

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  • Day46

    Perros-Guirec, Brittany

    June 16 in France

    This lovely town is on the Northwest coast of Brittany, called the Pink Granite Coast. Along the way we saw rocky inlets from the sea. A lot of condos are in progress, with great sea views, and old homes are being restored.

  • Day46

    Low Tide in Perros-Guirec

    June 16 in France

    The tide was out, and it was a weekend, so people were on the beaches, making sand art pictures. Of course, they will only last until the tide comes in! It was mesmerizing watching them work, and probably a meditation for them to do it.

  • Day15

    Last day of riding

    June 15 in France

    I can't freaking WAIT. I haven't had reliable service or a way to charge my phone in days, basically. More updates later - dinner with my godparents in Brest tonight, assuming I can ride 60 miles in a reasonable amount of time!

  • Day13

    The Saint of Saint-Méen

    June 13 in France

    Well, I lasted, oh, 3 miles or so before I got tired of the trail. It was heavily damaged due to flooding (have I mentioned the rain?). My tires were spinning out. I was getting nowhere fast. Back to the country roads for me. I arrived at my destination quite late. I walked into the only open bar and, as always, the small crowd of people interrogated me in the friendliest way possible. "You're riding HOW MUCH? BY YOURSELF?!"

    This ain't my first rodeo, and I've learned that when people offer you a spare bed or couch, you should probably say yes. Especially if they have a dog that likes to play soccer.

    My gracious host took me in at 11pm, brought me coffee and a croissant in the morning, and sent me on my way.

    Bike trips have a way of connecting people in ways that are rare in day to day life. You leave with an everlasting impression of kindness and hospitality, and usually without any way to ever thank, much less see, them again.
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  • Day14

    Loudéac, France

    June 14 in France

    I decided to check out the trail again, hoping it would be dried out enough. It was, and I spent a blissful, meditative 75 miles rolling through the french countryside, sometimes singing along loudly to music, sometimes enjoying the silence. Occasionally i popped into whatever tiny town was nearby for a snack or water

    It's been a very long time since I challenged myself this much. Even on a straight, flat, trail, 75 miles is a lot. I've been riding almost non-stop since Sunday, taking breaks for sleep and wine, but to cover all the miles I really need to push, not relax. I can feel my brain rewiring itself. It's like, "is this all there is to life now?"

    And, the thing is, for now, yeah, it kind of is. And it makes me feel a little crazy, the lack of company and the lack of every-day tasks. In a way it feels like a sensory deprivation chamber. In another way, my senses feel overloaded.

    Sometimes I wonder why I do this. Like, when it's raining and I'm cold and tired and have to sleep on the ground. It's not because it's fun. It's just because it feels like living.
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  • Day13

    I was discouraged from having wasted the morning charging my phone (and myself. electricity for the phone, french pastries pour moi) only to find that my "easy" day of trail riding was going to be another long day of road riding due to flooded trails, when a cyclist in spandex and a fast bike scared the living daylights out of me, whizzing past with a quick "Bonjour!" As they do here.

    Yes, we all know that I startle easily, and this guy felt so bad about it he turned around and apologized.

    Naturally, the conversation turned to "so....where are you going?" as it does, when you have socks drying on your saddlebag. And we spent a lovely 10 miles at a quick 13mph sharing cycling stories. He rides 30km (18 miles) each way to work, every day, even in the winter. I told him what i was doing, and that I was worried I wasn't going to make it.

    This random man, he told me, "you can do it. I did the Paris-Brest-Paris ride. I am not young or a competitive cyclist. You can get there. Courage!"

    Paris-Brest-Paris is a famous annual race where a shocking number of people do what is going to take me a week - TWICE. Without stopping, basically. He did it in 72 hours and slept once a day for one hour. So, here was a real, live, crazy person telling me I could do it.

    And honestly, it helped.

    My destination was a small town only known for being the hometown of famous French cyclist, Louison Bobet. And in a way that I've never really needed before - because I don't think I've ever attempted anything this ambitious - I drew on the inspiration from my new friend of a mere 10 miles of my life, and of the ghost of a cyclist I'd never heard of before to get me 65 miles to Saint-Méen-le-Grand.
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  • Day14

    Last campsite

    June 14 in France

    It just didn't seem worth it to set up the tent when I really only wanted to rest for a few hours before setting out on my last day as early as possible. Luckily, rural bus stops make great napping spots! It was very cozy and there weren't even any spiders 👍

  • Day15

    1200 kilometers

    June 15 in France

    Well, I've more less made it. 760 miles from the port city of Amsterdam to the port city of Brest, in France. I still have another 15 miles or so to the wedding, and then back, and there will be so last minute Paris riding, but....no more 50 mile days. No more camping, or trails, or bruises on my hands from the handlebars, or concerning levels of dehydration.

    I guess I should feel happy, or a sense of accomplishment, but mostly I feel really tired, and I'm really looking forward to seeing my family tomorrow, because although the trip has been....amazing, an adventure, beautiful, hard, and so much more....

    ...i guess anything that doesn't involve people I love is hard to feel strictly "happy" about. Ice cream sure does help though! :-D
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  • Day15

    To my surprise, everything here, in the western Brittany region of France, is in both French and Breton, a Celtic language. From Wikipedia:

    "Brittany is the traditional homeland of the Breton people and is recognised by the Celtic League as one of the six Celtic nations, retaining a distinct cultural identity that reflects its history."

    Super fascinating to have reached a part of France where it's not even really French! I have no idea how to pronounce half the towns I passed through today.Read more

  • Day16

    I think we clean up ok

    June 16 in France

    The wedding was epically beautiful and fun. Stayed up all night with wine and tequila. At 7am i collapsed in my medieval bed. Woke up feeling not like a human. After 15 miles and 12 hours straight of partying, the castle steps were particularly treacherous and people were slowly shuffling around eating Nutella on baguettes and drinking coffee. I got a ride back to Paris with a couple of Nathalie's friends. It was a really, really, hard 7 hour drive after a really, really great night.Read more

You might also know this place by the following names:

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