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Against all odds, I managed to do another thing I had in mind to make the route to Metz Nancy, a city located 70 km from the former. Why against all odds? Well, it's burloak outlet mall a long story ...
On Friday we met at the house of Gaëtan, one of the co-workers, to dinner. Dinner was very good, but I said I had long wanted to go to Metz bike. The boys laughed a while, and knowing my bike, could not stress it was very difficult. That was meat for the cannon.
The next morning, I woke up, had breakfast quickly and decided to ride the bike. As he was leaving me I crossed to Catherine, the girl who lives with me. And laughed a little, but hey did not matter, was on the dance had to dance.
Leaving Nancy, I had the same problem several times could not find the true path I had to take. So I decided to make blind trust in Google Maps, and took the bike path suggested. The road was acceptable but with many ups and downs, which added to the cold and dense fog that had at 11 in the morning made me suffer enough. Even the landscape showed signs of frost last night.
Quiet, I managed to get to Pont a Mousson! I wanted to get something to eat after 2 hours of pedaling, but I felt sad to go sit alone at a restaurant. So I bought a strip of bread and a can of soda, and went on my way.
I stopped 20 minutes but had already cold to stand still so I decided to leave. I took the routes suggested by the application of google and ended up alongside the canal again. Between Nancy and Metz is a river the Moselle, which unites by sea. Both autorutas as normal roads and small towns are all located around the river, so it seems the best option was to follow the river or river edge.
I started the journey and as we progressed wells were larger, and the puddles increasingly occupied more space. Even some were frozen, which I realized after spending one and it leaves for bike everywhere. Luckily the saddlebags were counterbalanced and down I could maintain. You had to follow, there were only 30 kilometers.
The suggested route was used by construction trucks, which were the only passing by so I guess it did not bother them that had holes the size of a crater apparently. And, above my city bike. After leaving this step, go to a place that clearly used tractors, wells were transformed into piles of mud that had to cross whatever. So there, I started to fill with mud feet and pants ...
The last few miles were pretty quiet, there was much more to do than give right. The mountains were gone and the only obstacle that did were some old sport. I went whoring for half an hour, because I did not give more and had to frequently be bocineando and dodging. A pair of old, the bocineaba Return "Bonjour" were given (apparently had long since not bocineaban the old haha).
When I sign Metz, a chill came to me and my legs told me loud and clear: "Pará, motherfucker, or do not do anything else!". So I rested five minutes, and I went to the station to catch the train back ... With the feeling that my body was burning but the goal was met.
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