8 juin - Rode for 5 Hours

No morning routine of café noir et l’Equipe - the campsite is rather isolated. However, an interesting thing happened as we broke camp. We noticed a couple of people loitering around our campsite. A couple of people gradually morphed into a small well-behaved crowd - which appeared to be British, at least they appeared to be since this crowd seemed to have an affinity for forming a perfect line (to absolutely nothing). Chris and I were completely puzzled and had fun speculating what the maniacs might be up to. Turned out they were waiting for the bread truck - which evidently arrives every morning at the very spot we pitched our tents. We broke camp after the bread truck departed, and drove 15 minutes to Cereste. After an hour delay to repair Chris’s derailleur hanger with a rock, a crescent wrench, and brute force - we were off for a five hour bipedal assault on the Luberon. C’etait tres belle, mais tres longue aussie. After five hours of riding and climbing, the thought of pizza fromage was all that kept us going. But alas we were foiled - all shops were ferme. We drove in hunger to Sault, had a couple of slices, and then drove up the ‘easy’ route to the top of Mont Ventoux. We then descended into Malaucene and drove to Bedoin. We have now reconnaissanced all the routes up the Ventoux. Again, and true to TdM form, we arrived too late and the campsite office was closed. We headed to the brasserie, closed it down, and then drunkenly set up camp in the same field we camped in last year.