(103km)
After bad times, some good ones usually follow and this was a very good day indeed.

My new best friend.

I woke up early, packed my wet tent and I was on the road before 10am. I stoped to the first shop, bought 3 bananas and 2 croisants to counter act the last day’s fasting.

A nice bridge along the way

My plan was to leave Britanny, by other going to Nantes or crossing the bridge at Saint Nazaire, but after my problems with the previous big city, I was more keep on the second option.
One way or another, I decided to go through the Cavre forest which was near by. That is a very dense forest, full of very tall trees that make the ground quite dark. The road within the forest was about 10km and I took the opportunity to eat my sandwich in its center.

Within the Cavre forest

In the center of the forest

Lunch area

Horse ridding

More of the forest

Crossing a canal

Watered and fed I started peddaling fast, to cover the distance I wanted. A couple of hours later, I had an hour break in Savenay for some tea and internet access. That’s where I decided to to go via the bridge after asking the local tourist office. There are always more campsites to chose from by the coast.
The road to the bridge goes through a very industrial area. There is a port, an airport, a huge refinery plant and various other factories and on top, a solid overvast to complete the image. I didn’t mind the vue, but I did mind all these massive trucks overtaking me.

My next campsite!

The refinery

The more I was getting closer to the bridge, the more I was realising how big it is. I was a little worried about the amount of cars on it, but there was such a heavy traffic, that I was going faster than anybody else. The view from the top of the bridge was amazing, but unfortunately I couldn’t stop much to enjoy it. From the Atlantic side you can see the port and the open sea, from the other side you could see the airport and all the factories.

The Saint Nazaire bridge

On the bridge

The view from the bridge

After the descent

It felt like an achievement going up and down the bridge and I was very happy to turn on the first right to a small empty local road for once again a peaceful ride.
Saint Brevil, which is just by the south side of the bridge, is a tourist resort and it had a couple of camp sites to choose from. I picked the cheapest one, where I enjoyed a nice warm meal and a beer.

Stake, a baked potato, salad, chips and a beer