It was always overly ambitious to think we could cross France in one day without using the peages. So we got to Verdun, exhausted. The sat nav died at lunch and the bike-to-bike by teatime. Passing all the poppies in the grass and the fields of WW1 graves, I started to feel like the last one standing. Literally, on my pegs because my butt died around Charleroi mezieres.
But verdun is very pretty and I'm smug about negotiating the hotel entirely in French (with lots of sign language but let's not go into that).
Tomorrow is going to have to involve toll roads because we desperately need to catch up some miles if we're going to make Croatia by the weekend.
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