After a quick breakfast, Glenn and I left La Maison de 3 Rois and made our way out of Laon. I said goodbye after a few ks as I was keen to get to St Thierry for the night (10 Kms before Reims)
It was wet and muddy for a while, the directions were difficult to follow and I spent some time second guessing, getting advice from my oregon GPS and swearing at the incorrect distances in the book.
The reason for the stuff ups is…
1. There are two different books to follow and the markers on the tracks…. They don’t always add up. My Oregon has waypoints from one of the books, I carry the other text and then the French add some signs. Then the book says join one road, when its really wanting you to join another one. Then today there was black tape all over the road sign I was supposed to take with “detour”…
Then there was the overgrown track that was impassible… You get it?
So, I decide to do the righteous pilgrim thing and stay in a Monastery. I arrive at 5pm… Just in time for 30 mins prayer… shit. And there was a bar across the road. 😡
So I’m sitting in the chapel with 30 Maria/ Julie Andrews look alikes all chanting and singing in French, crossing themselves, while my Garmin is losing satellite connection and my spot tracker is glowing red and I smell like a burnt piece of bacon. Get. Me. Outta. Here…..
Betcha they’re putting in a good word for the heathen sitting up in the back corner.