Somewhere at Sea to Carentan, France
I had been hoping to update the blog from the ferry since they advertised fee wifi but the connectin was so slow as to be useless. Other than that and the horrible soccer game the trip to Cherbourg was uneventful.
Once in Cherbourg I stopped by the first mall I saw to pick up a power adapter and the first person I spoke to other then the customs was a waiter. A rude waiter. Way to live up to the sterotype there buddy. Other than the waiter everyone I've spoken to has been very friendly and helpful.
I then made my way to the Guzzi dealearship in Carentan where I told them about the my howling 4th gear. There were a lot sad looks and shaking of heads and prophecies of doom. They added some magic liquid to the gearbox which may alleviate the howling. I'm hoping it's the magic spray they use on soccer players that are writhing in pain one moment and hop up like nothing happened the next.
Carentan is a beautiful town and full of D-Day 70th anniversary displays. It also doesn't rain every 15 minutes is a bit warmer than Ireland.
Anyway I'm now chowing down on moule-frite while my silly english boots are getting repaired.
If you're religious feel free to pray for my transmission. If you're not religious feel free to send lawyers, guns, and money.
Now I'm off to find someplace to camp.
More pics http://www.twowheelsgood.net/europa2014/?p=187