The road to the French Alps is a long one, especially if you’ve a Gerry a in the car with you. Worse than that, 2 hard of hearing retirees, and a wayward sat-nav. After over 2 hours in France, we finally forced the whinging technology from hell to put up or shut up. She didn’t do what we were all secretly praying for, and began to politely tell us the way to our destination. We have no idea what the problem was. Maybe it was the techymaster.
Now we have no sound from the whinger, but one from Gerry A instead, giving us a blow, by blow account of river and town names, upcoming junctions and loos. On the subject of loos, he says he always needs one just after he’s passed one, or was that, passed one? I think I may go mad. Still it’ll keep us awake. This journey is about 8 hours and it’s 8.30 now: pm. ETA 4am. We will need all the distractions we can get.
Stopped for a coffee and snack about 11pm. The services were locking up the cafe areas. We had no loose change, they had vending machines. We scrabbled around and between us managed to find enough money for a couple of drinks. Glad we had a bag of snacks with us.
Dozed off in the makeshift bedroom…Paul and Amanda’s living room, nostrils filled with the smell of pine in the shuttered, all enveloping darkness: a slice of heaven.
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