After 2,5 hours of driving in the rain I started getting close to Nancy in France. Somewhere along the way I realised that the navigationsystem also did not agree with the current weatherconditions. When the screen started turning pink and flashing like a strobe-light, I knew it was time to quickly turn it off and put it away.
With the navigationsystem dropping as a guideline it was back to old fashioned navigation. While riding along a main road in Nancy I looked for a place to make a quick stop. Not even bothering to find a dry spot I just parked my bike on a property just off the road and a bit out of the wind. There I performed the ritual of lifting my soaked butt from the seat, wringe my gloves, gaze at the map, have an I-hate-this-horrible-weather tantrum and stuff an energybar down my throat.
That is when two guys casually walked up to me. Being awefully tired and not being a great French speaker, I tried my best to describe my intentions and destination with gestures and nodding. After seeing my state the guys pointed into the direction of a garage/shelter just around the corner. Despite feeling desperate to continue riding, the kind hearted gesture convinced me to just give it a shot and I slowly drove my motorcycle into the garage.