After a week cycling through Northern France, we’ve come away with a few highlights, and lowlights, to remember.
The Good
- Our first wild camp
- The surprising amount of forrest along the way, even close to Paris
- Leffe beer on tap everywhere (Belgian 6.6%)
- Moules frites and a bottle of wine by the sea, having survived our first week
- Managing to naviate our way through Paris, all the way from Charles de Gaulle
- Matt’s first escargo (in the form of a savoury escargot and champignon pancake)
The Bad
- Northern France summer – cold, rainy and strong headwinds
- Not being able to find cooking gas anywhere (i.e. no tea in the morning for Matt, and no soothing cooking in the evening for Ally)
- General lack of campsites along the route, or anywhere near towns
- The relative blandness of french food. Ok for a few days, but there’s only so much cream and bread you can enjoy. Our arteries may have hardened a little.
The Interesting
- Everyone in France smokes, and all the ‘local pubs’ are bars combined with tobacco stores.
- The pastries get worse the closer you get to the UK (or the further you get from Paris?)
- The Avenue Verte route varying from perfectly smooth rail trails, to rough narrow cattle tracks
- Turns out we both snore when it gets cold (winter could be interesting).