We woke to the French and the Dutch either side of us hanging out their sleeping bags and mats to dry and the small Dutch lad wailing (probably through lack of sleep, poor thing). We ventured into town and back to our friend in the tourist office – we needed internet WIFI access and a shop that sold fold-up bikes. She called the library and confirmed our laptop should work in there and pointed us in the direction of the bike shop. We found only new bikes there and so went to the library where an equally helpful man called his friend who runs a local bike rental business – but with no good news. We spent a good hour or more in the library on the internet (we didn’t win the Italian lottery surprise surprise!) but I was absolutely amazed at their collections of books in so many different languages. I’m pretty sure you won’t find a book in the Haywards Heath library written in Slovene let alone a whole shelf full of both adults and children’s books. I managed to read a short book about Charlie Chaplin, as well as most of one about Bob Geldof whilst Ant was on the laptop.
The storm returned in the evening although not so savage - so we spent it in the van reading and drinking; Ant with his incredibly large can of beer!
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins