When I got to Nice, it was packed with traffic and beach-goers and a little overwhelming. I learned at the Tourist Info office that the nearest campgrounds are 15mi further west in Antibes, so I kept heading on west in faint hopes of finding a beach side campsite. There were none. Just like a portable version of everything else gluttonous and sorta slimy along the Riviera, the campgrounds were jam packed with RVs and not too near the water. Alas, as I headed uphill to one of 'em, the sky opened up to a serious downpour. Luckily I'd just stopped into a little market to grab some snacks and a cold drink, so I waited it out under the awning.... for two hours. I didn't really have anything to do since I was killing this day waiting for the bike shops to open on Monday and deal with my busted rack situation, but it was still a drag.
After the rain let up and I got to the campground, things didn't get any better. I had to pay 15euros to set my tent on a muddy spot next to the lounge and listened to a TV blaring French movies into the night. I'll never get used to French campgrounds.
In the morning I packed up eager to get the front racks figured out. I popped into a McDonalds on the way back to Nice to double check some maps online. In France you can always get free WiFi at McDonalds- a nice perk but then you have to be at a McDonalds (not my ideal place to chill out, and I still have not eaten their food in over 12 years!) But in French McDonalds, you get an espresso in a real ceramic cup!
I decided my best bet for the rack was a chain bikeshop called CultureVelo (which also happens to be open Mondays, unlike most smaller shops) but it was about 8mi northwest of Nice in the commercial big-box mayhem. Not a fun ride, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do. They didn't stock front racks (does anyone??) but I decided I could reverse-mount a rear rack to fix the instability problem, and it only set me back 30euros. From there it was a little further to a Home Depot style place to procure additional washers, bolts, hose clamps and zip ties to mount everything together, followed by a visit to the most sprawling supermarket I've ever been inside to restock my food supply. These big stores are such a pain- you save a few bucks but the time it takes to navigate them is simply not worth it.
By the time I handled all my chores and doubled back through the congestion into Nice, I made my way to the Port to see about my next adventure: hopping on a ferry to the island of Corsica. I'd missed the last boat of the day but bought a ticket for the morning, looked up hostels online and made a race to the nearest one across town. To my surprise and relief, they had beds available and I felt like everything was finally getting settled. I had my rack fix, had my ferry ticket and a fun place to sleep that's not a muddy campground 15mi away.
the hybrid front/rear rack combo |
goodbye, France |
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