King of the Road

Trip Start Jul 30, 2011
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Trip End Oct 28, 2011


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Flag of France  , Burgundy,
Thursday, August 4, 2011

I was planning to stay at Marcilly until Friday, then slowly make my way along the rest of the Burgundy Canal to Dole and thence on through to Switzerland by early next week, but the weather forecast said the good weather would change to rain by Friday and things are not looking good for the weekend either in Switzerland or (worse) in Milan. So I decided to leave on Thursday and head over to Dijon.

I overslept and the sun was already quite hot by the time I left the house, and panted and puffed my way up the hill – not the best thing to do when the body/legs need time to warm up! But I made it without pushing and at the top met a young chap picking blackberries. I welcomed the excuse to regain my breath and I discovered he was from Paris and has a small house in the village. We talked cycling for a couple of minutes and then I was on my way kicking myself that this was the first friendly neighbour I'd met… and I was leaving!

However, I was soon distracted by the lovely ride across the plateau where I’d taken some photos earlier.



Coasting down towards Chailly, I thought I saw a couple of cyclists coming towards me, but getting closer I realized that it was a man with a donkey! A real king-of-the-road type.


We stopped and chatted for a while, and I discovered that he was on his way back to Strasbourg after walking the Camino de Santiago de Compostella. Made me realise how small my acheivments are !

I continued on the Pouilly where I had to go to the Gendarmeie to report the vandalism in the swimming pool and go to the Post Office (I’d discovered the previous evening that I’d inadvertently taken a set of bike keys which might be Theodora’s). I got to my sister’s an hour later where she was deluged by customers. I hung around for a couple of hours and then headed on to Dijon along the towpath, the quality of which has improved significantly since I fist came cycling here with the boys 20 years ago. I’d hoped to see Jason & Dawn on my way, but when I got to their Hotel-Barge there was no sign of life.. they were either out of having a Siesta. A little further along the way I came across a Mum who was consoling her young daughter who’d just a tumble off her bike and was a bit grazed and cut. My First-Aid kit was pressed into action with the application of Arnica, TCP, Savlon and bandages. As we were "doctoring" the Dad rode up with another 3 (younger) daughters……Swiss-German, they were very grateful, and I rode on, reaching Dijon just after 6.
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