Day 2: Chucks perspective.

Very hot and an 80 km day. The day started well with Aaron pointing out a vulture then a hawk and gave us a well informed briefing in their eating habits. Not to be out done Forbsey attempted the same with what turned out to be an angry pigeon. At least he tried.

Today France was closed. Forbsey said it was like a zombie apocalypse I thought being a Sunday they were all having a lay in. Although I did see one bloke who looked like he had too many Pernods the night before. Wasn’t eating anyone though. So I went with my sleep in version.

Note to Kirsty can you put Forbsey to bed before the zombie films come on.

For no particular reason other than it was hot I decided to repeatedly ask the boys “are we there yet”. They decided to ignore me so I got bored and stopped. We didn’t actually get there until 6 hours later. ☹️

Things that Chuck forgot

The bit of wire that charges the battery pack.

Training for this event.

Things that Chuck remembered

Dental floss

Today Forbsey thought we would cycle 100+ km it was as actually 80 km. I put this down to him insisting on counting in binary or hexadecimal (if you don’t know what this is well done you have a life). Either way adding up seems to be a problem.

Note to British aerospace. I experienced a little buffering today when cycling behind Aaron. This was either due to a slight cross wind or flatulence caused by eating an over ripe avocado for breakfast.

Forbsey’s dilemma

Forbsey had a massive sausage for lunch. So big he couldn’t eat it. Not because of it’s size but because it tasted like one of his cycling socks (I know what you’re thinking and no I haven’t. It was Aaron who told me). Anyway I had my suspicions when the waitress served it with a nasal decongestant and a sick bag. The sick bag came in handy as I laughed so much it made Aaron sick.

Today the boys asked me where does the Brest-nante canal end. I just smiled and said “there there would you like me to help you with that sandwich”. Can someone please text them the answer.

Finally Forbsey booked us into a shed for the night. I can hear them outside as they are planning our next shed experience. I think they will be happy with the 2 hotels I have booed. ‘The pink pussy parlour’ and ‘the kitten lounge’. Apparently it’s a franchise!!