Thursday, 20 June 2013
Day 8 - Coastal welcome
Despite a bad start, with no milk I can safely say water with alpin is not a good replacement and Quicky nursing his injuries from the day before we headed off in search of the coast. However it was certainly the best morning we’ve had all trip. With our body’s adapted to the sun we made our way south to the Coast, about as good as it gets for a morale booster. Although there was no time apparently for the photos to be taken as we continued on through Frejus along an amazing coastal road arriving for lunch West of Cannes much to Georges disappointment as he had just found time to get his toe in the sea before demands for lunch appeared. However a very rewarding dip was had after and set us up perfectly for the last stretch that day to Nice. With no campsites in sight however the situ became rather more complicated.
The decision was made to have supper in Monaco (As one does) parking the ford focus draped in Walking With the Wounded and the Ultimate Travel company stickers next to the Ferrari’s and Lamborghinis. Following our surprisingly cheap meal overlooking the port we headed off for a night cycle to just short of the Italian border in Menton where George had found a campsite high up in the hills. Another late night but the end seemed in sight.