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Despite a dreary Cornish morning and warnings of more bad weather to come, the sun poked from behind the clouds for most of the afternoon. One awful hill approaching Exeter aside, this was a lot less troubling. We saw a 15% gradient sign of a fairly steep climb, but we'd done far steeper already.
Rolfe got another puncture. Plymouth is a bit of a dump and all its traffic lights were on red. We reacquainted ourselves with the other End-to-Enders the Exeter Youth Hostel. No-one had given up yet.
64 miles. Just over 5 hours in the saddle.
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Tot: 0.213s; Tpl: 0.011s; cc: 11; qc: 47; dbt: 0.0387s; 1; m:domysql w:travelblog (10.17.0.13); sld: 1;
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Simon J
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Rolfe, why are you bursting your back tire so often? How many pies did you pack in your panniers? Keep up the great work everyone. The blog is excellent.