Early start, bad nights sleep. Ups and downs, lovely seaside towns. Fully booked hostel, cycling in the dark, 3km of a hike with the bike to end the day.

Expensive pints, modern hostels, Milan, packed train and a French lad whom wouldn’t let me sleep.

Tiredness, train, bursting for a toilet, fancy hostel.

Productive day, Cameron the Canadian Sparkie Policeman, tight roads, Monte Carlo, San Remo, looking back over the journey so far.

Leaving Marseille, city traffic, nice breaks/food. Shortcuts, massive park, experiencing fear, wild hogs, making it to Cannes, old Melbourne friend, pints of Kilkenny.

Sad breakfast, window shopping, spag Balinese, Marie Ann from Ghent, people whom can work from anywhere.

Very tiring day, alot going on between fishermen, wind surfing and horses running about. The lad from the rave, Marseille and it’s vibe.

Chusty Day, tattered ireland flag, little ferry, quiet town, Jorge from Switzerland, and a not so helpful bicycle mechanic this time.

Swizz Ben, fell over, Séte would go back again, broken spoke and very helpful locals, only person staying in the hotel.

Heavy legs, cold, wet windy weather. Over taking the same fella multiple times, and Leon from Bundoran.