Mr Voller took me up to Dover at 9 am. Wheeled my loaded-down bike on the ship and was off to the continent at 10 am. Arrived in Boulogne at 11:30. Met a Canadian cyclist on landing. He split south and I east. With no map, I wandered for two hours in the hills. Just as I thought I was really lost I found a bookstore and got a map, and found out I was lost. Three hours later I pitched my tent in a forest near God knows where, either in France or in Belgium, I still don't know. Read by candlelight until no more candle. Slept in full dress.
Mileage: 50 km
Map .30
Ferry 7.50
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