Another day, another story to tell. Leaving Mons following the canals was unquestionably on of the most convoluted experiences I have had while cycling. I could see where I had to be but because of the canals, I could not get there. Goggle GPS made it worse. Eventually by asking around I was able to weave myself out of the labyrinth. Again too many miles wasted going around in circles, not as bad as yesterday but still maddening. My original intend was to get to Dunkirk straight off but Belgium is beautiful and worth a lock see. Today only forty-two miles and tomorrow maybe Dunkirk but I am not that obsessed. The ride along the canals was very pleasant so why rush a good thing? I stopped for lunch, having brought along Fromage, du pain, pate, an orange and chocolate. Laid back for thirty minutes and had a delicious lunch. Stopping for too long will cause my muscles to tighten up. Finally I arrived in Tournia and found a nice auberge. The place was empty as last night was. Today I have one roommate, Maxine, a student of art. Good guy, we had diner together. His English was marginal, my French not much better. Hanging out with the younger guys is refreshing. The youth view me as a grandfather, much to my chagrin. I only look in the mirror morning and night so I forget about the balding and gray hair. Old guys on the rode are very few; Americans non existent. Peut-etre, I will make it to Dunkirk tomorrow. Smelling the roses is foremost.
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