As we sat on a bench outside the Monaco Yacht Club, a stone’s throw from the Monte Carlo Casino, Matt crammed another crisp into his tomato and cheese baguette. Who knows what the super rich thought of two sweaty, grubby cyclists, eating a supermarket lunch beside their yatchs. They probably didn’t even notice us, but we didn’t care, we had cycled to the Mediterranean from Scotland and were feeling pretty pleased with ourselves.
Well gone, guys. Loving the Love Actually reference!
If you’re struggling to communicate with the Italians, I hope you’re up to speed on your Kazakh 👌🏼😂
Astonishing that you are coming so close to the Balkans! Warmest congratulations!