We made it! Was it worth it? Finding a parking place the day before, a disturbed night by the the roadside and grabbing our spot 7 hours in advance? Yes, every bit and I saw Chris Froome in the yellow jersey.
We watched literally hundreds of cyclists and walkers, grandparents and children heading for the summit of Mont Ventoux. There were the thin and lean, the very keen, tandems, solos with baby carriers, and even two prone cyclist, one only using his legs, the other his arms. What a tremendous effort! And Mike had a go too, cycling to the first major marker saying 9.8 km to the summit.
We saw the 'caravane' of sponsor vehicles honking and tooting whilst dispensing goodies, and plenty of support, press and security vehicles. Then came the riders!
After they'd all gone through we returned to Gladys and made a quick getaway for the nearest available campsite where we heard about the incident that had occurred in the last kilometre.
As we move westwards we managed to catch another stage today, over completely different terrain and it was more difficult to identify the riders as they were still in one big group, but still great to be among such enthusiastic supporters.
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