France - Day 9 : A real day off
We could have been on our way to the Mediterranean sea by now, but as we were three days ahead of schedule we decided to take a day off. In the morning we visited the medieval city of Avignon, but not before having a good breakfast. There were a lot of Dutch people there. On the way there Stefan mentioned Croatian people overtake other drivers much faster and so could he. Right before a turn he floored it, just before another car came around the corner. That one needed to break quite a bit and flashed his lights, but 'that was just normal'. A bit later Stefan smelled sweat, but that was just our fear.
Finding a parking lot using the TomTom turned out to be difficult, because it kept directing us towards a closed parking lot. After driving through way too narrow streets three times in a row we found a spot. We searched for an outdoor-store and glue to fix my shoes. In Avignon is the palace of the popes, where you had to pay to enter, which we of course didn't.
The palace for which you needed to pay
Bram came up with a system: by always making right turns we would make sure to visit every street. Stefan just wanted to walk around randomly, so we kept getting lost. Eventually we saw the entire town, some parts three times and some not at all.
We had quickly seen all the churches and touristy things.
During our cycling vacations we try not to eat expensive stuff, just a lot for cheap. There was a supermarket called 'geant casino'. It was enormous, about 10 times a normal store. I bought a glue for my shoes and Bram a bottle of some kind of fuel for his stove. There were too many different types to figure out if it was the right fuel. There was 'alcohol a bruler', 'alcohol a menager', 'essence f', 'essence therbethin' and at least five more. We bought a bag with 17 chocolate buns and some lemonade. Within a few minutes those were gone and we could proceed.
The return journey to Bedoin went better this time. We still needed to buy pasta and drinks for dinner. We also looked for a nice souvenir related to the Mont Ventoux. They sold mile markers in various stores saying 'Mont Ventoux 1910 meters'. We both wanted to buy one, but they were too expensive. In another store I wanted to buy a mug. Bram was still looking at the souvenirs for over 15 minutes. Eventually I asked him what was going on, to which he replied he had been waiting for me. I quickly bought the mug. Bram didn't need anything, not so much because he didn't want anything, but because if he would buy something that confirmed he had made us wait unnecessary. We would visit Bedoin again during our return journey, so he would have another chance then.
The mug of the Ventoux
In the store we bought enough pasta to feed ten people and then again got in line for checkout number three.
Back on the campsite we found a kind of tarantula in the laundry room.
We tried out the fuel Bram bought. We still weren't sure what it was, but we thought it was white spirit. I made a funnel from an old bottle and a piece of my towel. While filling the stove a lot of fuel spilled. It was kind of greasy so that wasn't a good sign. After pressurizing the stove Bram opened the gas. A white mist emerged. I tried to light it, but the flame never came. It definitely wasn't white spirit. Probably it was petroleum. We ate all the pasta we had bought including three unions and three cloves of garlic.
Cooking pasta, our last real meal before getting home.
We also a rare natural phenomenon, Bram with a mobile phone.
Bram using his mobile phone