Friday, 30th of September. Surprisingly I was regenerated next morning. Cycling was nice and easy, it was once again hot, but after the first maybe 20 kilometres on a high traffic road my route leaded me through some lovely forests. I was really amazed. And I didn't browbeat myself and just didn't thought about how far to go this day. Of course it took me a while to find my route although Laigneville is really small, but the French signing is still mad sometimes – you have to follow the guiding to a place which is somehow in your direction but definitely wrong and if you are lucky the place where you want to go is signed at the next junction. I have no idea how someone should know, to me it's trial and error, although there seem to be rules for this lack of logic.
This day I crossed three maps. In Villers-CotterĂȘts after around 60 kilometres I called Antoine that I would arrive this day and not have an extra break in a hotel as I had warned him the day before. Once again the people in a tourist information where so friendly to let me use their phone.
In the end it was a 145 kilometres stage, so it was naturally night cycling. I had no idea where in Reims Antoine would live, so I started to ask people about his street from the moment I saw the first town sign, and once again I was lucky and one cyclist guided me – sometimes the missing knowledge of foreign languages is useful because it causes more practical help.
In Suedamerika verwendet man uebrigens auch diese Kuesschen, in Paraguay zwei und in Brasilien und Argentinien eins. Oder man begruesst sich ganz cool mit Handschlag oder einfach nur mit dem Daumen-hoch-Zeichen. Allerdings fand ich es gar nicht so schwierig, bis zu einer richtigen Umarmung zu kommen, kommt wohl doch auf die Kultur an.
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