Léo I have fond memories of cycle touring in Brittany in 1989 with my wife. It was our final stretch of Europe on our ride from Istanbul.

I had no idea of its history so thanks for that summary. It did look and feel very different to other French regions. And the crépes were worth the 6 month ride from Turkey.

Hi Leo
I haven't seen anything from you lately. Did you fully recover? Any touring in the planning books?

Brent

All well here, too. My Covid infection was at home, Janos never caught it.

I felt unusually tired on the last day (not the intended last day) but thought nothing of it. There were other problems as well, none worth recounting, so we rode to the next station and caught a train to Bordeaux. We had to spend the night there and it was next morning that it struck me properly. Steph spooned me into a train for home and next say I had the Two Lines of Doom and I knew the cause. But all is well now, thanks. And with you and Janos, I hope

Thanks. The odd thing was that Steph went everywhere I went and with all the same people and came out o
f it unscathed. Further evidence, I think, that she is in league with the devil

I have received a Brave Boy badge from the government for not letting it down. And yes, first time. Thanks, Keith

Thanks. I spent three or four days in bed and it took a couple of weeks to fire on four cylinders again, but I'm fine, thanks

Hi,
Three weeks ago you asked about unsought kindness. Karma, or coincidence?
Cheers,
Keith

Hi,
First time? My doctor reckons I’ve had it three times. All I can say is I hope your symptoms were mild, and that you’ve recovered adequately.
Cheers,
Keith

I’m so sorry to hear this, Leo. Hopefully you succeeded in keeping it for yourself and have fully recovered.

Sorry to hear the not so happy end to your tour. But I see this was all a month ago so I hope you are fully recovered by now. I am wondering what happened from there. Perhaps your journal will tell the rest of the story.

Hope your symptoms are not too bad and you have a quick recovery.
I lost half my lung capacity for about a month. Doesn't help when trying to ride up hills.

Hi,
Your encounter with Vincent and Pauling reminded me of touring in Iceland. Well, they should go now while they have the optimism of youth. One encounter in particular stands out. Several cyclists of all ages and nationalities had gathered around a table in the kitchen/common area in the campground in Grindavik. An older English lady was there because on the first night out from Keflavik airport the wind had destroyed her tent and she was forced to borrow a spare from the campground folks while waiting for a replacement to come from Reykjavik. An Italian rider was just spending his last night after completing the ring road only using buses twice to escape the weather. I was there because I had to return to Reykjavik for tent repairs four days previously and I could go no further before I had to return to France. Nobody at the table had had a trouble-free tour. I later found out that Sean Kane was snowed in on the overland route at the same time, spending two days in his tent before backtracking to the coast. In short, it had been quite a week for cyclists in Iceland. After getting home I discovered that two Brits had made it across the interior the following week with no problems at all. Luck is everything when dealing with Icelandic weather.
We dutifully went to the polls yesterday. Our candidate didn’t get enough votes to pass into the second round, so once again I will be choosing the least objectionable of the two survivors.
Have a great tour, and maybe a galette with a Breizh Cola.
Cheers,
Keith

Thanks for the reminder of what to expect. We’ll be landing at Roscoff in three months time and need to be mentally prepared.

Hi,
Oh how I am jealous. Brittany is one of my favorite places, and you two have it all to yourselves, while I have none for me.
And amen to your GPS comment. Lost is what a traveler never is.
Cheers,
Keith