First month? Completed it, mate

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.

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