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First we had to negotiate ourselves out of the car park and into the Aires car park, which we did with much miming and sign language, our French not being as good as our poor German. Clermont-Ferrand, we discovered, is Michelin tyre city. The head office and an enormous factory were situated just next to our camp spot. Set off by tram into Clemont-Ferrand town to find a dentist to mend my broken tooth. After extremely helpful staff at Tourist Info ...
We are on the (tiny) plane to Clermont-Ferrand, France, and I know immediately we -- as tourists -- are an anomaly here in Auvergne. Passengers are looking at us, smiling, as they hear Robert speaking in English. A man with his family finally asks the provenance of our accents. So begins a month-long conversation with various people of Clermont-Ferrand: "Where is Canada?"; "Why are you here, and not in Paris?"; "I didn't know they spoke French outside of ...
... of soccer. We used a real ball - boy it is hard to kick and stop a shot. A lot bigger than the ball Caleb and I are used to using. Caleb and Christine then went over for a final visit and ping pong with the group at Kassim's complex. For the third time we had our salmon wrapped fish dinner. Still awesome. Mmm.... Got mostly packed up for our next ...
... and two points for a spectacular goal - think 360 spin or no look goal etc. Our team was awesome and we won all four games. The final play was epic - I was twenty feet away from the other teams goal and facing away from it - I received a pass, bent down an rifled it on net between my legs ... It went right in - top shelf ... A young observer screamed 'Spectacular' ... Caleb was proud of pops and said he would pick me for his team for ...
... out the rules and watching 18 year old studs running past us with ease. A sad moment occurred when Caleb was chosen captain of a team and promptly passed over picking me for his team four times. His only excuse was 'you are really not good at rugby' - which I suppose he has a point. When I reflect I realize how many sports we do a day - yet somehow Caleb spins it as though he never gets any choices ... Only mom and dad do... ...