A rebel without a clue.

Back in Le Havre at the backpackers and I panicked. Bizarre. The large complex: part hotel and part hostel is amongst a large construction site back from Le Gare. To get in I first went into the foyer of the hotel and thought it was just like an a&o hostel in Nuremberg I recall a few years ago, but then the receptionist said the accommodation is around the back, surrounded by building site detritus, and a lot of Africans(generalizing) were coming in too carrying cases, dragging children, etc... I was a little bit tired from the long walk and didn't feel sure about the place and felt threatened!

Twenty five kilometres. Up and down, up and down! Those Valleuses and falaise. But I stopped at noon for a galette complete and the last section brought me to Cidre Lemercier  - a boon? And the train back to Le H(avre) - the haven/harbour, but in France I must remember to drop the 'haytch'. Tomorrow a storm blows in from the Océane Atlantique up La Manche  but my attention is further west Honfleur, Caen, Bayeux and D-Day beaches... I discovered that there is a hostel/backpackers near La Gare  in Le Havre, so not on a boat, swaying gently in my dreams this evening?