Stage 5

140k to Mazilile

After giving poor old Gina (or Gina-Poor-Sod) some serious abuse during our adventures in Paris she came up top trumps on Stage 5. Roads of such quality it made the 140k easy (still very hard). We raced into Mazilile but were abruptly stopped at a bar with a racing bike attached to the roof. Bikes parked, bar entered, 2 beers and any chance of a sandwich? The owner, a kind old lady from Tunisia, kindly oblijed with a Pate treat. We would later go on to call her Madamme but not in a kinky way. We sipped our beers as we heard all about Madamme's interesting life through her english speaking son and his english teacher who had nipped in with a massive labrador for a coffee. She has 5 children (1 adopted), 17 grand children and used to run a foster home. She can obviously spot children in need so told us that we could camp in her garden and use her garage to store the bikes. Great news because rain was on way, the thunder was a bonus. Status: Knackered.