Michael, aged 69

The two Canadian guys I met last week were both called Michael and both were 69. Last night I camped on a great little site, had everything you needed and was 7€, you just put your money in an envelope and dropped it into a box.
A guy wandered over for a chat, he was from New Zealand. During the conversation he mentioned he was called Michael and was 69 years old. I didn't say anything, he then told me that the previous night he'd camped with a man from Scotland, who was called Michael and was 69. If this carries on it's going to freak me out.

I met a great character who was from Denmark, he'd got his son to put his flat on airbnb for him and he was off cycling for 3 months down into France. He'd done loads of stuff, walked the West Highland Way, plenty of cycletouring. He'd also run a marathon in Morocco, he said it was funny as the local runners were getting a lift from their mates on their bikes! Then jumping off to claim their finishers medal.

Met a couple who were biking with their two kids, who were 3 and 10 months old. Had them in a trolley thing on the back of the bike.I can't imagine how that must be for the parents but those children will grow up so cool, I already know it.

I'm having to navigate with my phone until I can buy a Garmin gps. It's going ok, just draining my phone battery each day, but it's no big deal.

Overall, I'm enjoying it. So far I've met loads of nice people, it's great being in a different country and just doing my thing. I only need a simple life, I feel so content.

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