Day 6 - Mad Sunday

Cooler temperatures soon gave way to the blistering heat.  My thermometer (which over reads bit) which picks up heat from the engine (as does the rider) maxed out at 44.6°C.  At that point John was having a siesta in the shade while I watched a Mercedes reverse into 3 separate things !
Today's roads were all 'trunk roads' and varied almost 50:50 between straight and boring and my god, do the French know how to build bends.
We are now in Barbietours hotel 100  and yes, it is on an industrial estate and no the restaurant isn't open on Sundays (neither is any other restaurant in town).  Dinner was a take out pizza from a local van (one of four) eaten beside our hotel pool in the company of the geckos.