Zoom, zoom, Spain. Not yet.

We left Lacoste and headed south to the beautiful Camargue. We rode 80miles with the last 8 or so on a bumpy sandy road along the wetlands that make the Camargue so famous. We were blessed to see a few flamingos lit by the suns glolden rays as it set in front of us. Having been thoroughly rattled we got up a rode the next day, since that is what a bicyclist tourer does.
We rode another long day pushing out close to 50miles. Again as the sun as setting we hit a large barrier. After navigating around a church via a very sandy path we discovered that we had hit a dead end. The foot bridge was closed the canal was open, we were not going back the 10 miles we had just come to travel another 20 to our campground. What to do? I noticed some fishermen fixing their boat on the other side. "pardon, escusima" after that I was lost. I pointed a me, than the other side and back at me. The canal was only thirty feet wide, it wouldnt have taken long. They looked back at me and chuckled, swim they said and gestured, I pointed at the boat. We were in luck, it was going to work. I was excited. But after we explained where we were going one of the men explained in English that we could ride along the canal until the town we wanted to get to. On Emma's map the canal was a blue line in the middle of large body of water. We continued along, again finishing our day with a bumpy ride scaring sea gulls and enjoying the flamingos.
The next morning we were off again in search of breakfast. We zoomed along a beautiful bike path. I mentioned how I didnt like the large poles in the middle of the paths. Just the day before Gen had hit one, somehow she had broke it and nothing was wrong with her. I understand their importance, they block cars who want to drive on the paths, however with a loaded bike it can be menacing. Before I knew I had hit one, I went flying. I am fine, but I broke the clip that holds my pannier on, big bummer.
Our day contiuned with out that many hitches, kind of. Miday we passed a Vietnamese/Japanese buffet, all you can eat. A spur of the moment decision found us stuffing our faces with pitaful food. There was even a microwave to heat the semi cold food. We decided it was like eating the Chinese food left overs at the restursaunt. Fully full we took off. We traveled along a busy road through beautiful fields. Oddly scattered amoung the emptiness of the landscape there was a large amount of prostitutes. After a false campground lead in a lovely small town we took of to ride the 12 more miles to the next. Just as the last of the light disappeared Gen slowed down informing we she had a flat tire. A two inch screw was stuck in her tire. Ah. Luckily the campground was only a couple miles away.
The next day we woke up to rain and strong south winds and hunkered down. It poured all through the night and was still raining this morning, it has since cleared up. Here are some pictures of our tents and shelter, where we all sit under eating and playing dice games.
Onward to Spain!