France, I’d never of believed it but the campsite at Argenntiere is rather civilized. Which combined with a decent night sleep has left me feeling fit again. If only I could shake the remains of this damn cold.
Anyway today we paddled the Lower Guisane and the Middle Clarre.
Both are totally different to the Italian rivers, continuous grade four rapids though woodland. Six and four kilometers long respectively.
The Middle Clarre caused the most excitement as Dave S took a swim resulting in a short boat chase for Martyn.
Coming back though Briancon we discovered the road closed for the Giro d’Italia. This appears to be the French section of Italian version of the Tour du France.
As a result I’m typing this in a café opposite the finish line with a beer waiting for the roads to open again.