Day 5 : The transition stage
There was no-one at the campsite to collect money, nor at the desk, so we just left. When we were some distance away a lady started screaming to someone that we were leaving. We decided to just keep going, they should've made things clearer. In the village we bought some food and had breakfast. The route continued over small roads. There weren't any real hills, just many short climbs about 500 meters long. The weather was nice but later in the day it got seriously hot. I was cycling with cleats, but one shoe wouldn't click in the pedal anymore. It turned out that one screw had fallen out. I tightened the remaining screw as much as possible, luckily it stayed in place for the remainder of the day.
After 40 kilometers Bram's bike chain seemed to have fallen off the gear. It turned out to be even worse. His chain was stuck between the smallest and middle sprocket. We couldn't get it out, so had to unscrew the middle sprocket. When everything was fixed we continued. 500 meters further the same thing happened again. It turned out that the smallest sprocket had been loose the entire time. The screws had come out because of all the climbing. We had a pretty big problem because the screws could only be reached by removing the entire crank.
A man and woman passed by on a speed bike. They asked 'c'est bon?' is everything alright? I said we weren't sure. They stopped to see if they could help. They asked 'Parlez vous Anglais?' if I spoke English. I said 'ou', yes. Because I answered in French they still continued in French, until she said something in English to her husband. Bram said he couldn't reach the screws on his bike, in English. Then the lady said laughing 'why didn't you tell us you speak English?'. The English also didn't have any tools that could help us. They mention a bike mechanic, 20 km away, that would be able to help us and continued. We didn't want to make such a long detour. Eventually we succeeded by removing the mudguard of Bram's bike and bending some pieces of metal. We didn't manage to tighten the screws as much as we wanted to, but it worked for now.
We continued through the heat. After a while Bram saw a snake by the side of the road. When we got closer to take a picture it started hissing and crawled away.
Who knows what kind of snake this is?
We got the answer from Stef:
'It is a green whip snake which is common in France. We encountered two dead ones during our cycling vacation (run over by cars'.
We hoped there wouldn't be any snakes on the campsite tonight.
In the evening we arrived at the campsite. This was a good one as there was a terrace, with music. Registering took quite some time. After setting everything up we took a shower and had a drink.
Distance cycled : 96 km