Day 5: Nice - Frejus

How is it possible to forget something that meant you so much at certain moment? How that quickly? If it was so important and if you concentrated all your attention and efforts on it, how is it possible that one only downhill ride is enough to forget it? Enough to stop to remember the last 5 hours of climbing because of the pleasure of 42km/h…

After we came out of Nice our main discussion was which of the two curved roads is less curved, and which is more uphill, and when the straight line from the point A to the point B is drawn - on that straight line is it closer left or right road (DON’T ASK). So, we went by very curved road, which could mean one of the two things: or it climbs up the mountain or the workers who made it had excess of asphalt. The correct answer is the first one.

There followed the hills and little hills and us who marked the camp as our goal at the famous Frejus.

By the way we saw kilometers long beaches of Nice and Cannes, girl cyclist who went downhill (as quick as she could) with both of her TIRES FLAT and she didn’t even look worried. We made the break at the steps besides the market in Theoule town, we ate roast chicken, tomatoes, mozzarella and dough and we saw that was everything we needed to overcome the mountains and that the camp is just behind the corner.

Just when I taught that I have seen everything, after that guy asked me if there was alcohol in my smoothie on one of our breaks, one cyclist passed by me, or better to say “FLEW by me” at the worst rise and at the same time he SMOKED THE CIGAR! There it is!

In general, there were more uphill and downhill and every time when I passed 23km/h I would forget how hard it was for me to climb, and so it would be on the next climb too. Finally, when we passed Frejus (but not the camp we aimed) we decided to sleepover at the Le Pont D’Argens camp. Maybe we’ll stay there also tomorrow.

P.S. At this moment there are karaoke and ladies are singing different French songs and it looks like they love them very very much. I mean, they are singing them like that is the last thing they will do in their lives. I am drinking bear and thinking which song to choose to embarrass Momcilo. :)

A la santé!