2 September, 2018
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That feeling when you are standing in front of the camp after thousands of hours of riding but you decide to sleepover in the next one. And for 3 times just like that until you get to the perfect one which is there on the map but not also in the real world. Then you turn and go back for few hundred meters because it started raining a long time ago and your legs hurts, and you could also pee.
Then you “accept” the bungalow which is half house and half trailer, and the most important of everything - it has shower, warm water and the bed with real mattress. We even had dinner at the table! But, let me return at the beginning of the day…
Woken up by heat in the tent we got up around half past 7. The Sun had just came out above the sea enough to hit exactly at us. While our electrical devices were charging we had our breakfast (croissant and cappuccino) at the camp restaurant. After that our plan was to go to the San Remo, and even to the Ventimiglia if we had enough strength.
Since it is everything expensive at the camp, and there wasn’t any internet, and the miss who works at the reception was totally lost, we couldn’t do anything else but to flee with easy, but at the same time precise run, before she notices that we aren’t there and that we didn’t pay. If she ever notices.
We kept that run for about 10 minutes, because we had just that much strength after yesterday’s 80km through the hills. However, we were quite good.
After the first break, which was for lunch and just before we came to San Remo, everything was easier. Because everything is easier after the pizza.
Along the way, our map worked like never before, it even confirmed twice that lined road is shorter and without hills, and because of it we managed to avoid mountains several times. Our additional motivation was also the fact that the more we move today that much we’ll be closer to the French border. That means we will have less kilometers to Nice tomorrow.
We marked several camps on the map in the morning, just in case if we are too tired, or in the mood to proceed further. We have already passed Ventimiglia one and a half hills ago, and we proceeded every time when we saw the camp. We did it in hope make through to our planed, better arranged camp which had access to the sea, swimming pool and bungalows…
HOWEVER, our map, which served us perfectly whole day long, started to fail (finally).
It is very scary when you go 40km/h downhill for more than one kilometer and at the end of the road there is sign that says “no camping”.
We pushed our bikes back up the hill to the last camp we saw. We settled in the bungalow which was caravan in fact. For dinner we had pizza remains from the lunch and generally remains of food that we scattered all over our bags. For dessert we had tiny breads soaked into the “healthy” Nutella imitation (I don’t know why we are doing this when it’s well known that Italian Nutella is the best after the German one).
We are listening to the rain, looking pictures and tomorrow we’ll write you in French (regards ffns <3).