Day Twenty Eight
The Saturday morning we awoke to a full hostel for the weekend, forcing us on our way sooner than we would have liked but we all took to it well. A cold morning and low blood sugar lead to the early shout for MacDonalds a particular favourite of ours and a safe bet in the new light of hostile stomachs. With full tummy’s, some possibly too full, we pressed on soon to pass our first campsite, much to my shock horror... and onto the second we went via a dodgy pub that offered us tea??
The campsite on arrival didn’t look like anything special but boy did it provide a handsome evening meal!! It was a shame that it was this evening that the plague we’ve been carrying got the better of Rob. The rest of us managed to rack up an enormous bill having indulged heavily in the diverse menu; that happened to be that of an extravagant gormet restaurant where most guests were respectfully dressed. Never mind us then! At least by this stage we had showered and removed the Lycra.
News of Will in Munich, a friend on a climbing exped in the dolomites (abandoned, due to the poor weather), also continued to raise spirits as we thought there may be someone to witness the finale to come. Bed.
Ellie
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