The plan for today was to drive with the bike and drop me off back on the route, then they would drive with me for a bit before heading to the airport. That’s exactly what happened. We drove a bit, then packed up the bike, which was a struggle with all the new food, and i set off. I was almost immediately lost, but not a problem this time, we soon found the route. After a bit, it was time to say goodbye. It was a really nice surprise, they didn’t pick the nicest days to cycle, with the weather, hills and road conditions but it certainly made what would have been a few unenjoyable days, very pleasant for me. But then i was back on my own for the final push.
This area of the country is rich farming territory. It is harvesting season at the moment, which meant the occasional massive tractor on what would otherwise be deserted roads.
The day passed smoothly, the destination being the small town of Odell. Being a Sunday, everything in town was closed, so i prepared to eat one of my new meals. It said in my maps that camping in the city park was fine, but i thought i would check with one of the neighbours first. My plan did exactly what i hoped it would, again this kind stranger noticed my homeless appeal and offered to give me dinner, i declined, explaining that i would cook my own but left the door open for further options. She also called her friend who came to unlock the toilets for me. After setting up camp, the lady came over with left over food, I gratefully accepted.
It was starting to get pretty chilly, so i got into my new thick sleeping bag and tucked in to my new book. The kindness of strangers once again coming to the fore.