Day 5 was to Riquewhir(50km) this was thus start of the hills! Wayne and I decided to skip the wine tasting (too hard to get back on the bike after) and take the short route to the next village. We made it just as a storm started so had to take shelter in a lovely little cafe and drink beer and eat tart flambé. Hard work! The others had to push their bikes up the steep hills, oh well. We all meet up later and set out again but rather than take the more difficult route Wayne & I went the easier, but longer, route. All was going well until the afternoon storm. Out came the GPS and the next thing we knew we were going over the 'mountain' to our destination. My wonderful husband pushed my bike up the "mountain" after I agreed he could have the first bath! Arrived ahead of the others but soaking wet and cold. This was a realy beautiful town and if you ever get this way you must come here. Our hotel was one of the old buildings with stone spiral stair cases and exposed (low) beamed ceilings. Wayne hit his head on more than one occasion. With lots of drinks to warm us up (recommendednded by the hotel staff) we all recovered from what was a tuff day. The people of this town were really friendly and lots of fun, more than than any other place we have been to and not typical French.