France Bicycle Trip 2018

23 rd Day Beaumont-de-Lomagne to Moissac             Being near the lake I had to contend with mosquitos and other flying insects.   I sought refuge inside the tent and chuckled as atom sized bugs hovered menacingly outside the close knit webbing.   Moments later the joke was on me with their successful invasion of my sanctuary.   Several were dancing on the computer screen.   Their had pulled a Houdini like trick or they had found a minute size entry point. How attractive was the prize that they would search endlessly to end their frustration.   They would put Indiana Jones to shame.   They must have a call to arms mechanism, “Hey guys, I found us an opening over here!”   The same must be said for mosquitos as one leads to a swarm.   I had dosed myself with repellant but they dive-bombed my inner ear with the accuracy of Kamikazes.          ...

22 nd Day 2018 Auch to Beaumont de Lomagne             Sleep came easily after a filling dinner and a long hot ride.   Shortly after eleven some odd ball started playing the tom-tom eliciting a “Are you crazy?”   He momentarily paused and then started up again.   This time I shouted, “Get out of your play pen!”   Dante are you listening?             On this trip at two different times motorists have stopped to see if I needed assistance as I pushed up a steep incline.             I am thoroughly amazed how religiously consistent I am about zipping up the tent.   It is not if a flight of flies or an army   of ants are set to pounce at a moments notice.             Breakfast this morning is sparse, two cups of coffee and a handful of...