Day 10 - The Final Day

It's our last full day today, and to celebrate the French woke us up a 3am by driving laundry trucks outside our window which at the time sounded like Animal from the Muppets on speed with a steel band.

When it was the actual morning we went to town to get brekkie, we didn't have long as we needed to hit the road. We went down stinky street no found a cafe in the town. Steve ordered a coffee, they asked if he wanted a large or small. He had large if course but when it came he made them double it up, then added milk and it was still only half full.

On the road we found some great roads heading to St. Malo except for a junction which had half a ton of gravel on it which caused some squeaky bum moments. Not far up the road a deer jumped out in front of Tommo too, but it wasn't so close as to force evasive manoeuvres.

We arrived in St. Malo and found the hotel really easily, although the parking was a little ,more difficult to locate. It's a nice hotel although the hotel door seems to open the wrong way so you can only go into the room one at a time.

The hotel was right on the front so we walked along the beach into the old town which was encompassed by a massive wall. Inside were dozens of restaurants and we all decided that we'd have a steak for our last meal. We checked out some menus and of course everywhere sold chicken, Mark having had to eat burgers and steak forever due to the lack of choice suddenly had choice, but we we'd settled on steak. Mark was ravenous as he'd not eaten since breakfast so the plan was to eat early, just before 5 and then maybe get a kebab later.

We got distracted from food though and walked around a bit, then found a bar. We got back on track to get food only to find that everywhere was closed until 7, so we wasted some time and then went to a few more bars before settling on a restaurant at 8:30.

The service wasn't great though, Tommo ordered a bottle of wine and just got a glass, this may have been because he dipped his nose into it though when tasting it. The waiter then shoved Tim out of the way to get a chair and when the food turned up Mark only seemed to have half a scraggy squirrel.

Tim went to pay and the waitress was blatantly taking the mickey out of him so we're drafting a scathing review on trip advisor to get our own back.

To finish the night off we went to one last bar and ended up sat next to France's answer to Clay from Sons of Anarchy, so we talked bikes with him for a bit in broken English and French.

So the stats at the end of the France leg are; 852 miles completed, 19hours 35mins in the seat with an average speed of 44mph.

The following day we packed up and took the 2 minute ride to the ferry. It was all very stressful as it was a fairly early start, we had to go shopping, get ready, pack, load the bikes, etc. We also didn't have a cabin on the ferry, and as we're on it for about 7 hours we didn't want to sit in our biking leathers the whole time, so it was a complicated ordeal to ensure we could get changed and secure all of our stuff. 

Once on the ferry, we did have a room, so all of that was for nothing, so it was time to just chill out and wave goodbye to France.

And that's about it folks, we're currently sat on the ferry watching the Wimbledon final on our way home, thanks for reading!

Steve hits a bird in the face

Ninja edit:

On the way home on the motorway, which is always the worst part of the journey, two pigeons descended in front of us. Tommo couldn't avoid them, and his bike is now a lot more feathery than before.

The final stats for the entire trip are 1004 miles covered, 21 hours 43mins in the saddle and an average speed of 48mph.