8th August - Je ne parle pas français

Yesterday I noticed my pannier rack was on the loose. I didn't had the tools to repair it, so after my (included) breakfast, I used my bungee straps to fix the problem.

I wanted to go to Calais. Because of the rain, the temperatures went down to 15-20 degrees Celsius and I was freezing for the first 2-3 hours. The against wind was even stronger than on Tuesday.

I followed a long canal and the route was beautifully flat. Due to the fact I had to fight this hard against the wind I only shot a single photo.

I was moving in slow motion. In the end my other knee also started to hurt, and my hands as well as my butt also suffered. It was a hard ride... ;)


I bought my first bag of Amberleaf tobacco for only 12EURs. I could've paid in British pounds, too.

9pm I arrived in:



I changed my decision to go to Calais and tried to finish my trip at a campsite in Dunkirk that doesn't exist anymore. Some g**gling later I found that the next camp site was about 20km away but after 10km I stopped giving f*cks and went to the cheapest/closest hotel. During supper, I met a scotsman. I didn't understand some of what he said cause of his accent. His name is Greg or Craig.

Finally I jumped onto my sexy looking bed...