French Fried [or] Boy! Are We Tired!

Greetings from France! Yes, we made it here almost 11 hours ago, but I couldn’t find anyplace along the way that offered FREE a wi-fi connection. So we’re finally in La Riolais (somewhere near Chateaubriant) after a “five hour drive” that took much longer! Our host said the roadway signage in France was really bad, and for once he wasn’t kidding!

United Airlines managed to remove one of the four castors from our tandem case, which is better than the last time we flew with them when two of the four castors were not there upon our arrival in Tampa.

The weather today was something best not cycled in. We experienced rain on and off during our drive here, and the wind was abysmal. But maybe with any luck we’ll get the bad weather out of the way and be out cycling soon.

We flew 3 hours from Boise to Chicago, 8 hours from Chicago to Paris and then spent over 8 hours trying to get back here. Add an 8 hour time change and the fact that Valerie slept a little bit on the plane and in the car, but I wasn't so lucky -- it all means that I'm long overdue for some real sleep! So... Bon Nuit!

In Chicago

We are currently in Chicago awaiting our next flight -- "the killer"!  Roughly nine hours of sitting in the same seat, unable to get up and move around much... this should be fun.

At least I hope we have a better class of passengers sitting behind us; Valerie has some adult male who has been constantly kicking the back of her seat, sucking in snot through his nose like he's never been introduced to a handkerchief and who brought his own lunch onto the plane. I think he was eating a Crap Sandwich -- I kid you not!  It was a vile smelling concoction!  

Speaking of vile smelling: next stop, France!  (No... France doesn't stink, but me after 12 hours of fllying without a toothbrush -- stand back!

The photo was taken at Boise's airport; Horizon Airlines has painted one of their planes in the colors of Boise State University, and it was there when we were.

And Away We Go!

They're getting ready to board in Boise; the bag on the ramp closest to the plane is our bike... so we know it will at least be with us to Chicago.  After that?  Who knows!

T - Minus 24 Hours...

In about 24 hours they'll be seating people for the flight from Boise to Chicago, where we'll connect with the next flight to Paris.  The weather here is none-too-cheery; it's raining to make sure that our last work day is a memorable one!

This Is Spring?

May 22... it rained for a good portion of the day, and then THIS began to fall and stick! This is "spring" in Idaho??? At 4:30 PM the temperature was around 36 degrees (F); our drive home had areas with heavy snowfall and the top of one mountain was at near white-out conditions. Yet we got home and, instead of snow, it was just raining. Crazy!

We Choose To Go To France...

"There is no strife, no prejudice, no national conflict in outer space as yet. Its hazards are hostile to us all. Its conquest deserves the best of all mankind, and its opportunity for peaceful cooperation may never come again. But why, some say, [France]? Why choose this as our goal? And they may well ask why climb the highest mountain? Why, 35 years ago, fly the Atlantic? Why does Rice play Texas?"

"We choose to go to [France]. We choose to go to [France] in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too."

Substitute "the moon" for "France" and you have a brief portion of the speech given at Rice University in Houston, Texas, by John F. Kennedy on September 12, 1962.

We choose to go to France this year to accept an invitation from some dear friends we met in England on our last trans-Atlantic tandem adventure in 1993. While they live in Bristol, they also have a cottage somewhere in France. My knowledge of the country is pitiful, but I'm guessing that we're going to be staying at an area SSE of Rennes... possibly an hour's drive (again, just guessing). Or perhaps it's a five hour's drive from Paris in a southwesterly direction. We'll know more once we're there, or at least I hope that's the case!

We have no set plans for this adventure. We'll probably use their French home as a hub and do a lot of day rides in any given direction. We'd like to visit the beaches and the communities where the allied forces D-Day invasions occurred for the liberation of France from German occupation. We'll probably spend the last day or two in Paris itself doing whatever it is that tourists do.

I'm hopeful that I'll be able to communicate regularly via this blog to those of you who take an interest in such things. I will attempt to keep regular posts during our time abroad, but make no guarantees -- I have no idea when or where I'll have access to a computer and/or a Wi-Fi connection. I'll do what I can when I can...

"Baby, you can can-can too." ("Can-Can" 1953 Original Broadway Cast, Music and Lyrics by Cole Porter)

Thanks For the Comments...

Thanks to you who have left comments... it was only now (May 2, 2010) that I actually found them. A little late to respond... but for Russ, we stayed at a hotel called the Parc 55 (roughly at 6th and Market Streets). Public transport is certain a great option in this city, and riding a bike isn't a bad choice either!

The End For Now...

With no clever epilogue to offer, this blog will now become dormant until this summer when we pack up the tandem and head to... France!

Home At Last!

It's 10:08 PM and we've been home for about one-half an hour. Did minimal unpacking, paid a few bills and pet the cat... the rest will take care of itself. Tomorrow. Or the day after...

On Our Way Home...

It's just about 6:00 PM MST and we're sitting in Reno unloading some passengers and taking some new ones... then we'll be Boise bound and home in about an hour's time.

It's funny how trips always seem to go much too fast, yet the time between them drags along way too slow!