After a rainy train ride along the coast to Rosslare Port, we had hours to spare before the ferry left. So we took a 10km ride north to Rosslare town to try out the bikes and get some food. The red racer made it nearly up one hill before requiring some maintenance, readjusting the shifting mechanism so that it could switch into lower gears. This happened again about 100 yards later and it looked like a rough start. However the rest of the way was reasonably smooth once it was adjusted. We stopped for a while in Rosslare town, had a diet coke & ice cream sandwich for dinner, which we ate on the beach.
On the way back to the ferry, I had trouble shifting gears and heard eric yelling behind me, apparently my lowest rear gear shattered into pieces and flew off my bike. No problem, just a mental note to not switch into that now non-existant gear. To board the ferry we were put in the motorcycle queue where we spent about 1.5 hours partially in the open rain. The french bikers were going around checking out each others bikes and had a joke coming up to our bicycles and feeling the tires to inspect our fine machines. We passed the night at the pub on the ship, in a storm. So drinking and not having sea legs didn't quite make for the easiest of walking around but no one went overboard. Eric told me about our great aunt cecile's husband, parky, who fought in D-day and we were trying to figure out what company he would have been in. We know we will be seeing the american beaches tomorrow, so presumably its there somewhere. |
| GEAR EXPLOSION!!! |
Arrived into cherbourg in excellent 70degree weather, and actually got through a few conversations with the hotel staff in french. We went to the grocery store and the whole time it felt like we were still on a ship, listing back and forth while walking. That was more strange than actually being in the rocking on the ship.
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