It’s all gone splendidly so far. From the speedy check-in, to the flawless picking-up of the cars, to the effortless occupation of the hostel room, we’ve had nothing too challenging to overcome yet. Perhaps with the exception of Graeme’s limited parking abilities.
Actually, one thing that has been slightly challenging is the continental’s perverse decision to drive on the other side of the road. Graeme, already stressed by Phil Breeden’s management technique, took to the road with gusto, but quickly mounted the kerb. He is however a very quick learner and is currently negotiating the roads with ease.
Chris Pateman-Jones got the trip off to an excellent start by presenting us all with a present. On the train, he provided us with 6 of the finest dish-dashes known to modern man, and taught us how to tie them. Given the date was 11 September, we decided against wearing them to the airport.
Rupert Guppy demonstrated his immense French language skills, as he asked for 3 bottles of water to be delivered to our table. The rest of the group thought, well, this can’t be too hard. To the boulangerie we went, where the French looked bemused and laughed at us as we asked for deux croissant. Rupert rescued us, with his wit & charm channelled via his second language.
We sign off our blog as we travel via the motorway, en route to Rome. We’re about 550 km from Rome and going rather fast. Well, a lot faster then the return trip.
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