Don't look back in Angiers,
Trip Start Feb 28, 2009
127Trip End Jun 20, 2009
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This area has weak mobile reception so I put my phone into flight mode to save the battery; a cunning plan foiled by the network sending me a "welcome to france" text message (which I pay for) every time I stitch it back on !
So I was wake intermittently from 3am and finally got up at 7. It was still getting light and there was a heavy cold mist. It was very nippy. But the washroom was a bit warmer so feeling brave I tested the showers. They were hot even though there are only two of us on this site. So my E5 even got me a hot shower. The bus into town was E3 return so the move has been a bit of a result financially. France is very expensive now; even a loaf of bread is a pound.
I had a 35 minute wait for the bus. It was still very misty and the sun was yet to have much impact. I was wearing sandals to give my feet a change and my toes froze. That bus ride was so like toasting my toes.
Angers has this huge castle; the walls are 30m high although inside its much less imposing. That said it does have an enormous tapestry and fantastic views from the ramparts. The sun was now out and sun creme was required.
After the castle I headed for the tourist office; used their loo and browsed the "cycling the loire" books. This was to be a theme but the best one was E12 for something the size of a ladybird book. So I went to look around town to find a bookshop and eventually bought the same book at the full price but found and visited an extra two bookshops. Not knowing any brand names means you have to walk past them to find out if they're a bookshop. It's a nice town with lots of interesting buildings scattered around. A half timbered traditional building used as a woodshed for instance.
Then headed for a garden fot the last of my self made sandwiches; then to another park by the railway line to kill some time before the bus. Got six networks and two unsecured. Neither had a net connection though. Wardriving would be hard work. So did some blogging instead. A succession of girls came past dragging suitcases; a beauty course I guess. The noise of the wheels was really loud; with one you could even hear a doppler effect
The bus back went from a different stop but it was sortable. Then to try and sort out the next night. I'd sent an email from my phone earlier but predictive text is unhelpful when your trying to write in french. So I checked the website but it didn't say anything about opening times. So had to ring at 38p per minute and she was open, helpful and chatty!
I now realise that its a weedy trip from here but an open campsite is progress. Anyway has a dinner of garlic, choritzo and pasta cooked as the sun was setting. Great weather in the end. was able to hose down the bike which got rid of a terrible squeaking. Walk around the village before bed and a final blogging session in bed. Sleep at 9pm.