25 km later and absolutely fudged we have finally arrived in toarn, so we begin asking the locals (with a little difficulty) where a local campsite is.... Four useless people later and our saviour appears in the form of a stereotypical Frenchman named Pierre wearing blue short shorts a blue and White striped t-shirt a small black cap, oh and he was smoking! He spoke really good English and helped translate directions to the nearest campsite, he then showed us the way! Very helpful and a really nice guy. So off we go in search of somewhere to sleep!