Distance 201 km Number of Steps A bunch. Time of Filing Late Accommodations We’re in Sisteron, it’s on a rocky hill, there is a river and suggestive rock that lights up at night. I think it’s maybe the best town in France but Emiliano says Briancon is better because it’s a fortress built onto the top of an Alpe. Blah blah blah blah. We’re living in a suburban house on a hill with a nice elderly married couple. They have an “organic” piscine and a large number of vocal reptiles in the backyard. It’s a lot like staying at Emiliano’s uncle’s house in La Plata, Argentina.
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Blah blah blah. Out of respect to Amelia in Salt Lake City, Utah (thanks for the email), it was hot again, but manageable. And breezy. But not windy. Blah blah blah.
Quote of the Day
“Dude, NO MAJOR LIFE DECISIONS!!! until one week after the tour.”
-Jered Gruber, on Daniel’s all but murdered PMA.
“You just wanna jambone in your private place don’t you?”
-Daniel, on Emiliano.
“You want me to translate that hay bale?”
-In France, hay bales are like provincial billboards.
“Can we just walk around and point to what we want?”
-Operating a menu at Brasseries in France is so tedious.
“Those people look like the kinda people that drive the lion around.”
“We’re just up here on our high horse drinking the koolaid wearing pants too big reading our own reviews.”
“Don’t put your half eaten meat in my face then yell at me with a bull horn.”