This time I woke up and got ready very early, as I was keen on covering some distance. I had my breakfast and started cycling to the south via the coastal towns of the area.
The first interesting place I saw, was Saint Gildas, which has a few remaining WWII bunkers overlooking the Atlantis ocean. I had the chance to go into one of them and it was amazing how thick the walls and the ceiling were. But I guess their job is to be strong.
- One of the German bunkers
It seems that it was that day of the week and I saw many markets on local streets in different towns. I started buying various goods for my midday picnic which I had in Pornic. Pornic is a very nice little town and is located exactly where the Canal de Haute Perce meets the sea.
- The small port at Pornic
After eating my pate and cheese, I had pleanty of energy to cycle until the evening. In Bourgneuf after visiting the local tourist office I decided to spend the night in Noirmoutier, which is an island close to the mainland. This island is connected via a bridge and also another road which is rather interesting. What is so interesting about it, is the fact that the road is submerged under the sea water for most of the time, but during low tide drivers have a window of about an hour and a half to cross these 5 kilometers. Luckily the timing was perfect when I got there. I only had to wait ten minutes half way through the road, in order to avoid getting my socks wet. It was very strange cycling so close to the water and the whole scenery was something I’ve never seen before. Next to the road, many people were taking the opportunity to go to the freshly revealed sand, to search and collect oysters for their dinner.
Passage du Gois
Salt... loads of it
Traditional fishing hut
Roadkill, I saw hundreds of them on the way to Noirmoutier
When I got to the island, I started looking for a camp site and I knew there are pleanty as it is a very poppular destination. But of course, something that didn’t really come to my mind beforehand, is that because of its popularity everything would be a lot more expensive. After visiting about three of them, I found a municiapl one which is cheaper than anything else and stayed there for the night.
Today I woke up late and decided to take the day off again even if I wasn’t really planning to. It was a sunny morning and a good opportunity for a general laundry. I had also run out of map, so needed to get a new one for ‘Pay de la Loire‘.
Marion, me and Aline
Last night I met two German girls that they were on a cycle tour as well. In the morning when I got out of the tent they kindly invited me to have breakfast with them. Aline and Marion started their tour about ten days ago from Orlean and did the whole cycle route that goes next to the Loire Canal. It’s the second time cyclists suggest me that I need do this route as it is very beautiful with very nice villages and many castles on the way. After a long discussion with them and seeing their photos, I started seriously thinking of making a long detour to my trip and cycle over that route, but in the end I decided against it. It would need at lest a full week and I would sacrifice other places I want to visit. Maybe that’s a good reason to come back one day.
After breakfast, I did my laundry and headed for the town to look for the map. I also looked for a gas burner as that’s something that I am still missing. But how stupid, the only supermarket in town that had them, didn’t have the correct type of gas canister to go with them. So I am still unable to cook my own meals and prepare a cup of tea in the mornings.
After a short visit to a cafe for some internet access, I spend the rest of the day in the beach. It was probable the first time that I actually relaxed so much. I even started reading that book that I’ve been carring all these days with me, which I already really enjoy.
The endless beach in front of the campsite
Kite surfers after a hard day at work
For the night, me and the two girls had reserved some peaella in the camp site’s animation evening. As far as I understood, they are calling animation all sorts of etertainment events for kids and famillies. I think it’s very common some French famillies will keep revisiting the same camping, where they know each other very well. The food and the wine were good but when the French people all started singing and dancing their own special music, we politely dissapeared.