PBP 2007 Fini

From Bécherel it's a fast downhill on the developed side of the hill and then right into Tinténiac (860km). Another control full of roadies breaking down the facilities, but this time the control is closed—doors are locked. "Well, that's it. Use what facilities remain, then find the train station," I tell myself. A trio of French cyclists are arguing about the control—they want to get their cards stamped anyway, as souvenirs. Starting to leave, an official calls me back—they've agreed to stamp our booklets, but no time will be recorded and our mag cards won't be swiped.

After freshening up, I find an official trying to give directions to an Italian cyclist who is abandoning, Hey, I can probably use this info, and maybe I can help translate since I know some very minimal Spanish. "Not Italian," he tells me, "Bulgarian."