Calais to Mont St Michel
04.08.2012 - 04.08.2012 19 °C
Day 1 - Tired
The realities of what we set out to do hit us hard on day one. After a 1:30am start on the Saturday to a 5:30pm arrival (with a 1 hour time difference) it's fare to say that 15 hours of travelling has taken it's toll. Considering we are currently sat at a campsite near Mont St Michel I would say that was pretty much the biggest U-turn known to man.
Bodhi was amazing. With only a few breaks for all of us he coped incredibly well. He had a few moans but other then that was as good as gold. He hasn't been too interested in food today but I'm sure he'll come round.
Drive down to Dover was not bad, the typical diversions you would expect - bit of a shame as we were looking forward to trying out the new tunnel at Devils Punch Bowl. Eventually pulling up at the last petrol station in Dover before jump on the ferry we were able to top the tank off, dodge the local drunk youth & off we go. Leaving the country was the easiest thing on the trip so far. No passport checks. Just drive on, have cooked breakfast, sit around for an hour & drive off - shimples. Cant imagine getting back home to be that easy but we will see.
On the ferry we flipped a coin to see where we would go first. The coin decided to skip Mont St Michel and head Straight for La Rochelle. So with a few nerves Dan drove off for his first time legally on the wrong side if the road. Surprisingly the miles and tolls built up. After a few hours we pulled over for a pee break. We had hit a lot of traffic and it was tiring us both out. Plus we had a niggle that too many of the signs had La harve on them. Yes we had made the classic mistake of blindly following Mrs Sat Nag only to find out she was as lost as we were. So as it was 2pm and time was ticking we decided that the fates had stepped in and Mont St Michel it would be.
Best bits of the drive were: easy roads, tolls (at first), sleeping (when not driving , bridges, amazing high/bendy works of art, booking our first pitch despite our appalling French, Dan panicking as a flash went off in a tunnel; it was Aeryn taking a picture and the fact somewhere between here and home is one Conway Crusader Hub cap?
The site is lovely and we treated ourselves to pizza. Settled in while we had rain thunder and lightening. Thinking we had done well, both dog and Ethan did not throw which is a bonus on any trip it just left bed time. I gave the kids one of their favourite stories, Fartilocks (no that is not a miss spell), and Ethan laughed so hard he threw up all over the bed he shares with Aeryn. Arrrrrr. Yep trip complete with the added joy of washing sleeping bags.
Roll on tomorrow.