Left St-Pol-de Leon for Brest at 9:15. Only a 10% chance of rain but what is classified as rain? For thirty-miles moderately hilly roads, I ploughed through a very heavy mist which was essentially rain. Cold and wet, I wove my way through Brest and found an auberge jeunesse (hostel) where I hung out inside until check in time at five. The receptionist, Joanna, gave me a room all to myself, so here I am for two nights. Where to after tomorrow, another island? Sure enough Ouessant is a nice little island an hour off shore which everyone highly recommends. It is the furthest most point in Brittany. The people on the island are referred to as having character; perhaps, something akin to Maine. What French name is equivalent to Virgil or Enoc? There is a hostel there as well where Joanna reserved the last bed in the house for me. Tomorrow I scope Brest out, the next day I am off to Ouessant.
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