“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

Sunday, 10 May 2009

Day 6 – 10th May 2009 – Sunday

Everything shut today so no fresh bread or supplies. Surviving on whats in the fridge (most of which got drunk last night!)
We drove 150 miles today and the adjusted tappets have worked a treat, Bee seems like she’s on steroids up the hills! Weather not great, but at least we got to see some deep dark woodland and rolling hills. Stopped in a layby near a place called Mur-De-Bretagne for the night – toilets, bins and a very quaint little disused church. Didn’t sleep too well and keep waking with pins and needles in both hands… think it’s the lack of space meaning I sleep on my arms, not good.

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