It’s truly a cyclists paradise in terms of the roads and the views. Massive sweeping downhills that seem to go on for miles. (Let’s momentarily forget the equally long uphills. When I get home I want to switch to Mtn biking gearing for my touring bike!)

The rain has been intermittent all day and the stores have become less frequent. I really really wanted a diner with coffee and hotcakes and maybe some Mont House syrup. Too much to ask?

But nope. Not much on the shelves. I must have crossed some northern line . Or maybe I am on a smaller island. I settled for chocolate milk and some biscuits (aka cookies) that left me really sleepy. I wonder if they are like Advil PM in cookie form? Maybe I should google translate the packaging.