It's time

As some of you know by now, and as I have expertly hidden from others to this point, I haven't been cycling for a week and a half now. There's lots of great possibilities that could have lead to this; meeting a delightful French girl and having to take time to persuade her to shave her armpits and hence become perfect, getting 'lost' in the Alps and spending the time skiing etc. Sadly, the reality has been none of these.

As my previous entry mentioned, I fell pretty ill with what I think was dehydration, though now believe may have been food poisoning. I set off from Lyon towards Grenoble on the Tuesday, though was horrified to find I had no power in my legs. I managed just 25k before holing up in France's 'Travel Tavern' equivalent (Formule 1 - cue a great gag about being 'in the pits') for two days. With my condition getting no better however, and no shops or doctors for miles around, I took the difficult decision to fly back home. This gave me a base for a long weekend, and, having flown back out yesterday I now feel a lot better.

Today I'm catching a train to Nice to get me back on schedule, which unfortunately means I'm missing the Alps. I really wanted to cycle them, but they just don't seem the best idea for my first few days back. Instead the plan is a gentle reintroduction to cycling passing through Antibes, Cannes, St Tropez and the like.

Time to find that girl with the hairy armpits I feel. Thank you all again for your continued support and interest, Ed