Paul sums up the day nicely:
Double figures in days travelled, 920 miles on the clock, there is a smell of the finishing line in sight. Generally a more comfortable couple of days, a lot less climbing and more time to relax, particularly today in our hotel in Birkenwald, which is lovely. A real treat to have a Jacuzzi, sauna and swim and enjoy some fabulous food.
Unfortunately my derriere has seen better days and although I have not undertaken a full examination (not a pleasant thought I know) I fear a plastic surgeon will need to be on standby when I arrive back in Chorleywood. Stu is still convinced he was attacked by a ferocious wolf, but despite the continuous howling jokes and micky taking is standing by his story. Over and out from basecamp Rome to Home, Luxembourg here we come.
There seems to be some confusion over where the boys are going tomorrow with Paul thinking he's going to Luxembourg, Stu thinking he's going to France and George wishing he was propping up the bar at the Rose and Crown in Chorleywood.....
Wherever they end up it's likely they will be travelling through some cracking thunder-storms (sorry about the pun - it's living with George that does it).
There isn't much in the way of wifi in the hotel (it's in the middle of a beautiful forest) and so I've only got one photo for you from today, which makes George look like he's not got any legs and is a midget. So I'll leave you all with this little gem:
Whole stole George's legs? |
Interesting cycle lane |
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