Another day cycling through our voisins backyard - Moissac to Saint Lys

Leaving our quaint little campsite, after a helping of baguette and unfortunately not our jam as it was infested with ants, we set off. Nothing to note appears to come to my mind about this day. We eventually however got to a town just north of Toulouse called Grenade, where we were struck down our common adversary hunger and being lost. Cycling down some oneway streets the wrong way we stumbled across a small restaurant. Actually open and promised a three course meal for about 15 euros or so, which was pretty cheap compared to what we had come across. The waiter hung around to take our order as he could speak a bit of English whilst the waitress could not. He told us the beef was good, doing some odd impression of a happy strong person ?enjoying? their beef. Anyway his impression wooed us and we ordered some beef and had some pate starter. He was right about the beef it was darn good and eating up every last ounce of everything, we found out where we had to go and continued on our way.

Sitting at the restaurant having just polished off our coffees 

The cycle took us through avenues of trees, which as well as looking very pretty, was also a godsend as the trees eclipsed the searing heat from the sun. A little further on I seem to remember arguing about cycling on the road or along the specified cycle paths. I went paths, Andy went roads. Our sulks only lasted a few miles as the cycle-paths inevitably stopped. Surprising that we didn't have many arguments, probably, normally too debilitated to quarrel! Anyway. Making a town called L'Isle-Jourdain. If you look at the map you'll notice we are going around Toulouse admittedly quite a long route around, but this was so we didn't torment ourselves with city cycling. But this was a town so being adrift was a certitude, alas, we ended up on a motorway again. This time literally every car hooted, tooted, blow their bleeding trumpets off, to tell us we were naughty boys... Luckily the stint wasn't too long, and all we had left was some steep hills - fun down, not so much up. Getting to the town of Saint Lys we stocked up on some food, sitting on some concrete steps opposite a church, "embracing" the nothingness around us... Then we rocked up to our campsite, which was called Bruno! So anyone that knows of Bruno (ie Ali-G, Borat etc) then "camping mit Brüno." And as is customary with a Bruno campsite, we did, masculine poses, to highlight our somewhat amusing suntans (stop now if you want your sanity kept in-check). Ladies behold...

And here we have Andy "Hansel" Joyce

And here we have Tom "Zoolander" Austin

Yes, a, travesty...

Even with this homoerotic behaviour and us chatting a whole lot of rubbish, the happy campers next door still found nerve to ask us for a light. Depending on where you have been looking the the previous two photos, you may well tell the ground is not too appealing. We are hardcore tenters. The campsite had some sinks and a washing line. So we did our first bit of washing, of clothes of course. The colours emanating from ours clothes was something else. Leaving a delightful murky pool in the sink. Niiiice. Bed.

Route taken from Moissac to Saint Lys (Amend- cycled into L'isle Jourdain and travelled along motorway, not shown on map route)