A little bummed out however, with our location. Two nights in Montpellier apparently didn’t mean in Montpellier. It meant somewhere on the outskirts. So while thinking about how to plan a fun night out in one of my favorite cities I’ve ever come upon in France, my plans were foiled after Anne and Audrey arranged for a party on the beach.We’re moving pretty slow today. The riders are an hour behind schedule, and we’ve got a party to get to! That’s right! Since we’re staying not too far away from today’s stage (in preparation for tomorrow’s), the folks in charge have decided to throw us a party. On the beach, no less. Which is very nice of them to do!
After finishing up at the trucks, we all strolled down about 100 yards to the beach where awaiting us were picnic tables full of food and beer and wine. Quite unexpected, I must say. Many pictures were taken, and it was also a good opportunity to meet some of the newer people we’ve been working with the past couple of days. And yes, an impromptu limbo contest did break out.Before long, it was time to leave the beach, so we made our way back to the hotel lobby bar. Unfortunately for us, it was closing. Fortunately for us, the French are so mindless that they left all the taps on in an unsupervised bar. I know what you’re thinking – you think we went crazy and raided the bar. That’s what you think, isn’t it? That’s so messed up, you make us sound like crazy alcoholics.
Well, you’d be right.
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