It took a wee while to find the hotel last night in Cahors, but it was worth it. It’s an old farm which has been converted to a hotel, wi-fi on the terrace and there’s even a swimming pool too; it’s quite the idylic spot.
We are sharing hotels with an American cycle tour party, we’ve has done a deal with them – ads on the site in exchange for hotel rooms for us on the Tour.
Three of the party were sitting near us at breakfast, this morning, oldest guy to other two; “D’you think Lance was a doper?” …Silence!
En route Cahors and the start, a guy has been tail-gating us so closely he’d be as well in the back seat. He passes us, his hazard lights are on, he tailgates the guy in front and pulls-out to pass him on a blind bend, swerving back in because something is coming – crazy, suicidal.