yesterday 350 mi across southern France to Bordeaux, on quite good toll roads, figuring out how to pay as we go. Our funky but very clean hotel is across from the train station, almost all French business or tourists. Think a little hotel district on the edge of the Tenderloin. Tom Mingle is on a wine tour today, I am hanging out in the Brasseries drinking water with "gas" and nursing my now in the 7th day cold (maybe allergies) MonkeyBoy managed to go to the pharmacies and find paper handkerchiefs and day and night cold medicine. in order to park in front of our hotel someone had to lower the little round pillar into the ground after we gave them the code the hotel gave us. Yesterday we stopped at a huge Roman aqueduct and then managed to pump gasoline (That would be Tom doing the gas pumping of course).