Left the hotel early feeling refreshed. Although I love camping and am getting more and more used to it, you cant beat a proper bed!
I couldn’t take the highway straight to Rochefort so I had to travel inland several miles before heading south.
The roads are straight and long but distance is covered quickly. You just have to have your wits about you when the lorries go thund.ring past. Actually, it’s the lorries coming the other way I hate most as the constant headwind is increase by their drag wind, If only for a few seconds, but it feels like hitting a brick wall.
At Royan I had just missed the ferry crossing so had to wait a good hour. I filled the time with a panini,
Met two English bikers, Taff and Adam I think were their names, They were
traveling south to Spain. They seemed like a decent bunch of guys. Shook hands off the ferry and off they went.
Bizarre thing was, they had picked the same campsite to stay at 
as me (choice of several). Not only that we were pitched next to each other. So after a quick meal in the town, they invited me to join them drinking 1 litre glasses of beer and chatting well into the night. Was a good night!