Our visit to Andorra came to an end as we retraced on the bike where we had been in the bus yesterday - up to El Pas de la Casa. We then turned towards France. We were not stopped at the border gate so went merrily on our way. We have 3 days to ride north before visiting Normandy and then heading back to the UK.

The roads were great, twisty and smooth with plenty of room to turn on the switchbacks - I'm sure Greg would have loved to be on his Daytona. The weather was fine and with 300 km to ride we took it easy and enjoyed the views. We had morning tea at a roadside bar/restaurant that had been licensed since 1941. Cahors, France was chosen as our overnight accommodation because it was the right distance for the day's ride.

About 60km from our destination it was time to refuel. It was a do it yourself station where you put in the credit card and hope the instructions are in English. All good, we drove off with full fuel tanks. We only got about 4km down the road when we had to pull in to another service station as Chris's bike was spewing out smoke. When we stopped, Chris said he must have got dirty fuel (he uses 95, we use 98) and decided to syphon the fuel from his tank and refuel it with 98 Super to try and solve the problem. When we checked his receipt to see how much fuel he had put in, Kerrie discovered that he had mistakenly filled the tank with Gasole - French for diesel! So Greg and Chris spent the next 2 hours getting the fuel out of the tank of the Sprint. Then Chris started it and kept revving the throttle until the bike would keep going. We eventually arrived at our hotel close to 6pm instead of the 2:30pm we had planned. Hopefully tomorrow will be less eventful!

Cahors is a beautiful town on the Lot River in the Occitanie region of southern France - population about 23 000. The town was a very pleasant stopping spot and after a delicious dinner and a couple of beers, we wandered along the river back to our hotel. The town is known for its elaborate municipal gardens and the Pont Valentre, a medieval bridge with 3 towers - the reflection photos of the bridge turned out pretty good we think!

Each region in France has its own number and this region happened to be 46! Not only that, but our room at the hotel was 246 and the internet password was Cahors46. This number seems to follow (read haunt) us wherever we go - does that mean we have to become Valentino Rossi fans? I think not Sandra Karametelios!

Day 2 of our ride was less spectacular and less eventful thank goodness! Scenery got better after lunch when we turned off the big roads to ride through the villages to Chatelleralt our destination for the night. We only stopped for coffee and fuel - no not diesel this time! Our hotel for the night is on the outskirts of town as Chatelleralt has a population of more than 40 000 and we didn't fancy fighting traffic. There were a few showers of rain as we ate dinner but we didn't mind because we were not on the bike and there was a beautiful rainbow to finish our day.

Day 3 we were still heading north towards Normandy - our destination for the next three nights to visit the site of the D-Day Landings on the 6th June 1944. The morning was spent on the country roads until we hit Le Mans. Then we got back on the toll roads so that we could arrive in Bayeux at a reasonable hour - after all, our hotel had a heated pool and hot tub that Chris was keen to test out.

This is our 4th visit to Bayeux and the Normandy area but it is the first visit for Chris. Greg and I went walking in town to check out a spot for dinner - with that achieved we collected Chris from the hotel and set off for dinner. Kerrie had her first taste of Escargot (snails!) in Bayeux and repeated the experience tonight - Greg only ate one!

While having dinner the rain started falling so we were a bit damp by the time we got back to the hotel. Hopefully the rain will be gone in the morning as we have a history lesson to attend!