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... visited. It Hyper U (visited a few days ago) is on speed and steroids, then this Carrefours must have thrown EPO into the mix. It was so big we even saw some of the shop assistants flying around on roller blades!!! I am not kidding. It is so big they need wheeled transportation to get around. I swore to take the gopro next time! We are hoping to find one as big when we get to Paris.
Otherwise spent a quiet night at the hotel room packing and preparing for travel tomorrow. ...
... down and put our hands at our sides and they touched us on each shoulder lightly with a wooden sword. It would hurt if it was a metal one. Mummy says this is how you get knighted, but I didn't know that because Ardern didn't tell me what they were saying.
After that we got a certificate rolled up and tied with string. This is in French but Mummy says that the certificate says I am a knight!
On the way home we had an icecream. It was a fun day
On our way back to Switzerland, we stayed in the capital of Burgundy, the city of Beaune. We rode about 495 kms in total this day, with mostly highway riding.
We went into the city center for a glass of wine and dinner. The centre is quite interesting, with many wine bars and restaurants.
The wine we had was good, but we needed more time to really get an appreciation of the local wines.
... similarly on the way down the canal, except the water in the chamber is lowered rather than raised. Duh.
Actually getting your barge through the locks is a whole other matter. There were mere inches on either side of the barge from the lock walls. We watched in awe as Stan or Sharon navigated their barge through these small spaces.
On the Canal du Bourgogne, lock-keeper’s houses are still standing next to each lock and in use, albeit by other people. ...
... to the bathroom, Sandy said, sure. Twenty minutes later and our train is on the track (but still 10 minutes before leaving), and still no Muslim woman. Sandy went looking for the woman while I stayed with all the bags. I hate so say that a bomb blast was in my mind. No worries, the lady came back a minute or two later after purchasing her ticket in the other room. We left for the train and as we boarded first class, somewhat of a ...