Leshan – Meishan – 89 km
Being close to zero degrees departing Leshan, the day offered little in the line of
scenery as practically the whole way was through built-up areas. To add icing to
the cake, it rained the last 30 kilometres. At least the path was generally in a fair
condition and there were no significant hills.
We arrived in Meishan drenched and frozen, and not looking our usual stunning
selves. Ernest (still in his wet and muddy cycling clothes) went off to the fried
potato stand to get snacks as we were starving but returned empty-handed. The
old lady at the stall didn't want to serve him and chased him away, threatening to
hit him with her ladle! The tramp-like, bearded monster must've put the fear of
God into her. Although, I must admit he did look a tad like a villain from a
Shakespeare play in his long cycling pants, knee-length black raincoat and beanie.
Ultimately, I donned my coat and cassock hat and headed to the corner to pick up
the fried potatoes. At least I already had a shower and, I'm sure, as a woman,
didn't look as threatening.