After gettin*on all our bikes, Mikey and I found out, that riding along the river "Doubs," which was scheduled for just about a couple of k's, is way cooler than starting another power-ascend up to the mountains again. So we threw all our plans overboard and decided to follow the Doubs until we meet the Soane and then the Rhone. However far we get until Saturday, I'll take a train South while Mike returns home...
The Doubs, however, is one of the most beautiful rivers we have ever seen. Now we made it to Besancon when Mike had a good Salmon and I the best Moule-Frites I have ever had in my life! (:-D
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