Sore bum

I have just returned from a 60km bile ride. That's right kids.
We are in Amboise in the Loire Valley where there is a castle on every corner. We spent the day biking through small French villages, and down roads lined by wheat feilds on both sides. The landscape almost as flat and monotonous as the Canadian prairies, but beautiful just the same.
I, having never biked any sort of distance before other than to the corner store, am now feeling as though I could conquere the world, and a little aore in the hind quarters.
I'm sitting in a cafe that took us ages to find, typing on an English keyboard for the first time in three weeks...something that I have forgotten how to do. sadly. At one point, I really was quite good. Really. But see as I suck now, you're just going to have to trust me on this one.
We left Lille yesterday morning bright and fucking early and trained it from here to there and back again until we finally reached Amboise. we journeyed tot he Da Vinci museum which is set up in the house in which he spent his last three years and then died in. I wasn't very impressed to tell you the truth. The house was cool (with four foot doors, no joke), but it was just as though they had thrown some old looking furniture in the rooms and said, "this was his bedroom, but this bed is from the nineteenth century...but he really died in that corner over there. Yeah, the roped off one..." The garden, however, was spectacular. IBM had made models of some of Da Vinci's inventions which they had in small scale form in the house and then they built them to size in the garden where you could dick around with them all you like. Did you know that he invented the armoured car? If you did then you're one step ahead of me.
We stayed at a hostel last night and though we went to bed at 9pm, I didn't get to sleep until 2am. Appearantly it was "Lets go on a feild trip to the Amboise youth hostel"-day. The place was swarming with little shits and I swear they never went to bed. They were up running around, slamming doors, yelling, screaming etc etc. Anything you can think of, and they were doing it. it turned out that there were a roomfull of them right above us and they appearantly decided that they were going to spend the evening out on their balconey throwing water down on passers by. At one point, I stuck my head out the window and glanced upwards giving one little boy a dirty look. He stopped what he was doing for a second, looked at me and said, rather cheerfully I thought due to the circumstances (he had a nineteen year old girl staring up at him, in her pjs, (obviously just been woken up by the rackett), with a look on her face that said "You know what you little fucker, don't mess with me. I'm older, stronger, and if I really wanted to, I could climb the stairs to your room and pummle you off that balcony, so watch out!!" and when I was 12, if I had been in that situation, I would have been scared shitless. I would have run to my mommy...or whatever I was calling her those days), "Bonjour!!" and smiled, and then kept up with his mischeif. I didnt do what my look had threatened, but there were periods today when I thought I would fall over from fatigue, and I just about punched myself in the face for not doing so.