So, today, at 8am, when all the Nuns went to pray… I escaped! I pulled open those big heavy doors and sang Hallelujah ! Just like they do!! 😜
All I had to do then was get another 50 Kms down the road without any road blocks…
There were at least 4. Veuve, Roderer, Mumm and of course my little mate Bollinger.
There were vineyards and hills. And then some more. The weather had me playing dress ups all day. Wind, rain, sun blah blah blah. Soggy baguette limping down my backpack 😦
I managed about 58 Kms and thought it best to look for a campsite (read spot to hide for the night) as there is still at least another 15 Kms to get to Chalon-en-Champagne with no accommodation.
So.. Thought I found the secret spot when 30 mins later a bunch of boys ride past and spot my tent. They stop (I’m peering out hoping they bugger off..) they yell something in French and I go back with “I’m ok” in my most feeble pathetic voice .. Must have worked because they’ve disappeared … For now 😱