So it turned out all the walking I had done over the past two days (45km or so...) did not agree with me and I woke up on day 3 feeling like I was 100 years old. Ouch. Lucky I had some of my KT Tape, which I now carry with me for running repairs (the joys of getting older), so I taped up the worst of my woes, namely my knees which obviously didn't enjoy the hills of Saint-Emilion. However, even aches and pains don't really stop me and I left my hotel early again to catch the last of the early mornings in Bordeaux.
I went on a meandering walk through the city, visiting a few places that I'd missed or had been to and it was too busy for a good look and photo. I ended up in Starbucks around 10:30 because I needed to sit down and warm up, so I ordered a giant cup of tea.
Once thoroughly defrosted, I started out again, ending up in a restaurant called Le Pie Colette for lunch. It was so cute and quaint, but right opposite Porte Cailhau so I had a very nice view while I ate a delicious lunch.
It was time to start heading back to the hotel, so I did a slow wander through the city, back to the river then crossed it. I picked up my suitcase, walked to the tram stop, caught a tram to the bus stop for the bus to the airport! Then, because Ryanair being Ryanair, I had to get a transfer to this terminal that looked like it was inside a big shed. I'd been looking forward to doing a bit of duty free shopping (Bordeaux wine, of course!) but there was only one dinky store where I managed to find something decent. Then it was just a waiting game in a big shed that had limited seating. I'd made a friend while travelling there so at least I had someone to talk to, but it was a pretty boring couple of hours! Thankfully, my flight was announced before 3pm and I went to board the plane back to London. I got to Stansted about 6pm, then my house just after 9. That's the thing about travelling - its lots of time spent sitting around, fussing around and getting from A to B.
