Yes, but this way is more fun.Originally Posted by klong toey
First on the agenda was to put an operation I had dubbed 'get out of Bordeaux as quickly as fucking possible' into play. Fortunately the weather was clement and it was nice to feel the sun on my face after enduring months of murk in the UK. So after a quick slurp of coffee (upon requesting a cup of the sacred bean you are literally served up with a mere slurp in this country) I made my way from the towards the city centre to get my bearings.
It doesn't matter where you go, there's always a trio of pissheads - usually two chaps and a lass - making the town memorial look scruffy.
With surprising ease - given the vast size of the city - I negotiated my way into Bordeaux's suburbs and, very much by luck rather than design, happened upon a cycle path which would take me all the way to the coast in Lacanau.
I raced betwixt pine and swine - this part of the south west is home to hectares and hectares of pine plantations, and I'm sure I caught a glimpse of a wild boar shuffling through the woodland, so - pine and swine it is.
Once in Lancanau, I exhausted my culinary-related vocabulary and ordered lunch...
Mmm mmmmm. C'est tres bon.