A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Date of event: 7/5/2009
The road to Chateauneuf was just great: quite and lovely tarmac that meant I just flew and Chateauneuf was very, very pretty - with a nice looking Chambre d'hote on the outskirts of town, with a bridge and a river. I'd flashed through and was just climbing up a steep hill when I thought to just ask a pedestrian to confirm this was the road to Charlieu. Just as well I did because it wasn't, it seems I had just ridden, unnecessarily up a seriously steep hill. Piss. Still, the ride back down was fun.
I eventually got to Charlieu and found the campsite at the far end of town, I had a nice little plot, with spare plots nearby, in one of which I spent ages trying to hang my washing in a tree.
Dinner was fried egg, chips and frankfurters in the cafe at the campsite. Very tasty, though hardly very French.
This map is two day's worth in fact, today's short day and tomorrows too.
When I got to the canal I thought I was supposed to go straight on and wasted half an hour going the wrong way, when I eventually got the right way the old lady was already cycling back!