Time to sit and think about things last night / this morning.
Firstly, one corner of the tent inside was soaking and I looked for the leak but realised that a water bottle had leaked. Luckily the laptop was sealed and OK but my travel book is sodden. As were my pillowcases and some other stuff. But the book will dry out and it will be fine. I have been reflecting upon the amount of stuff I have and other cyclists who just have smaller loads. Looks like you can get miniscule tents or cool bivvy bags and the rest of the time, just spend a few more euros on finding accommodation in youth hostels etc. It would make the bike easier to handle and what I now realise, save on the set up and packing time every day. Like the book being sodden, it is acceptance and I won't let it spoil the rest of my trip. So far I have had blisteringly hot weather, downpours, awful food etc and it is all part of what I signed up for. Accept it for what it is. Move on.
I was so tired yesterday; I think from pent up stress at everything. I almost fell asleep when I arrived at this campsite and had the tent up. I have definitely caught up a lot more now but that too is a lesson. I do actually quite like when the tent is up and the inner doors open - it gives a feeling of space, especially when its raining it is quite lovely. However, it does get nippy at night, as well as lots of mossies so need to be closed. This is something I should enjoy, profit from my experience of camping and go with the flow.
One thing that is for absolute certain, once I am on my bike, I am free. Free to just be. I love it, the amazing feeling of just being out on the road. Cycling along, views around me. It more than makes up for all the organisational shit around me. Sun is out this morning; I am off to see Kasar and a couple of days of luxury. All good.
Was a bit slow to pack but the guy in the mobile home next to me invited me over for a coffee once I was packed. Nice, maybe gay. He was sitting with a woman. Turns out he had bought the mobile home after selling his house, which sounded like a cool thing, until I realised his home had been in the village and basically, he now lived in the mobile home. Wonder what the story was there, why he sold up etc. I also saw the most absolutely hugest mobile home ever, literally the size of a small double decker bus. Just HUGE. Everybody stopped to stare.
Set off, saw a McD and got a coffee which I spilt all over the floor and chatted with Augusto & Irina. Thought about buying a travel pillow and spare replacement brake pads and getting A to send over. He was sensible and said I could get them over here, but he bought a pair anyway for £18. Irina also said she could get some but as luck would have it, I passed a cycle shop on the way and a very fragrant squeaky-clean sales guy helped me.
Followed the road and before i knew it I was in Basel. Absolutely no passport control and on the border of Germany, Switzerland and France. So happy to be here and out of France.
I am totally knackered though and got a train to Kasar. Made it to Zug, or more accurately Lindenpark which is one stop from Zug. Nice to only have a short ride and know that I am going to get everything clean and nice for the next couple of days.
Unable to snooze but am now installed in her flat which looks gorgeous, one lot of clothes in the washing machine and am just waiting for them to be dry so I can have a shower and put them on. Looking forward to the next couple of days for sure.
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