Pic of Louis.
Louis had been such a great help and encouragement to me, nothing was too much for him. He even phoned and sent text messages to churches in the area to arrange a place for me to camp,finally he found one in the grounds of the United Methodist Church 2 miles away. We cycled there to view the site and to chat to Wanda the church receptionist. Across the road was a newly built village,modern and upmarket. We went into Barnes & Nobles (a book shop with a coffee shop) . I offered to buy coffee but once again Louis beat me to it. No sooner had we sat down and a grey balding energetic man named Fred began to quiz me on my travels. He had an easy natural way of conversing as he told me of his cycling adventure from Germany along the Danube river, through Austria, Slovakia, and into Hungary. They would cycle along the river bank during the day and then sleep on a barge at night. It seemed just up my alley rather than camping in a tent. Fred was a retired teacher spending some of his spare time tutoring. Not long thereafter Louis needed to get to work, so I stayed and chatted to Fred, then Joan arrived,an elderly well groomed and beautifully attired tall lady. Everyone seemed to know everyone else there, sometimes strangers would walk by and begin to involve themselves in our conversation. Only 3 hours later did I manage to get onto my laptop to complete the blog for the day before. I eventually said ciao to Fred and Joan and made my way towards Days Inn where Louis was working until 11 p.m.. After 300 meters or so I thought it's all good and well getting there but then when I come back I will riding a dangerous narrow road in the dark, so I called Louis to let him know that I didn't think it was a good idea and I would see him the next day.
Feeling hungry I entered a chicken wings restaurant, it was a strange yellow colour, not really my scene, the menu wasn't great and rather expensive. The sweet barmaid, Jessica took my order for some potato wedges. A little frail but vibrant looking old lady with red hair sat to my right. Jessica seemed to take care of her and told me that Mari was French and had turned 94 the day before. I tried making conversation but she wasn't the least bit interested, talk about being snubbed. Mari surprisingly turned towards me and started talking, she kept saying that she had been in the war. She was a delightful old lady and was waiting for Jessica to come off shift before Jessica would take her home at 2 a.m.. I offered her a lift on my handlebars which amused her no end, before I departed to my camping spot across the road.
Louis had been such a great help and encouragement to me, nothing was too much for him. He even phoned and sent text messages to churches in the area to arrange a place for me to camp,finally he found one in the grounds of the United Methodist Church 2 miles away. We cycled there to view the site and to chat to Wanda the church receptionist. Across the road was a newly built village,modern and upmarket. We went into Barnes & Nobles (a book shop with a coffee shop) . I offered to buy coffee but once again Louis beat me to it. No sooner had we sat down and a grey balding energetic man named Fred began to quiz me on my travels. He had an easy natural way of conversing as he told me of his cycling adventure from Germany along the Danube river, through Austria, Slovakia, and into Hungary. They would cycle along the river bank during the day and then sleep on a barge at night. It seemed just up my alley rather than camping in a tent. Fred was a retired teacher spending some of his spare time tutoring. Not long thereafter Louis needed to get to work, so I stayed and chatted to Fred, then Joan arrived,an elderly well groomed and beautifully attired tall lady. Everyone seemed to know everyone else there, sometimes strangers would walk by and begin to involve themselves in our conversation. Only 3 hours later did I manage to get onto my laptop to complete the blog for the day before. I eventually said ciao to Fred and Joan and made my way towards Days Inn where Louis was working until 11 p.m.. After 300 meters or so I thought it's all good and well getting there but then when I come back I will riding a dangerous narrow road in the dark, so I called Louis to let him know that I didn't think it was a good idea and I would see him the next day.
Feeling hungry I entered a chicken wings restaurant, it was a strange yellow colour, not really my scene, the menu wasn't great and rather expensive. The sweet barmaid, Jessica took my order for some potato wedges. A little frail but vibrant looking old lady with red hair sat to my right. Jessica seemed to take care of her and told me that Mari was French and had turned 94 the day before. I tried making conversation but she wasn't the least bit interested, talk about being snubbed. Mari surprisingly turned towards me and started talking, she kept saying that she had been in the war. She was a delightful old lady and was waiting for Jessica to come off shift before Jessica would take her home at 2 a.m.. I offered her a lift on my handlebars which amused her no end, before I departed to my camping spot across the road.
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