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Travel Blogs from Ste. Anne
... onto Villers-Bretonneux to visit the Australian War Memorial. The town of Fouilloy is dedicated to the Australian soldiers who halted the advance of the German army in 1918. A lot of the streets (or Rue) have Australian names such as Rue de Melbourne etc. The town has a sister city of Robinvale in Victoria and there is a sign just as you enter the town. ...
... how to get there. They told us to ignore all road closure signs and drive through. So Daddy drove like a crazy person. We saw a lot of graves from Australian, Canadian and New Zealanders. We also met many Australians and some even from Brisbane.
Then we headed to our hotel in Port-En-Bessin on the coast of Normandy.
... and French is weird for them, trying to take Biology and art classes together, completely odd. Good thing I have a week to figure it out before classes actually begin.
On the positive side of living as the French, I have learned a lot and have already had many great experiences. Yesterday, for example, I went to the top of the Cathedral where my friend and I met a guide who told us very interesting facts about Amiens. Old original buildings that were not ...
... of one way streets which just didn't work well for John. he stumbled apron Carol and Richard's hotel ( with a little help from the middle row) and we bid farewell (and super excited that we finally have friends in Sydney)
John set out for his final challenge... finding our hotel... David and he came up with a number of plans to correct the obviously (lol) incorrect navman which was showing our hotel as 60m away before those in the middle row ...
... When it time to call the arranged taxi, we discovered that our "taxi driver" was, in fact, the chef! We piled into the car (David attempting to get into the driver's seat again) and we took off reaching 140 clicks in 3.4 seconds (it was terrifying)! In the gloom without street lights, we eventually found Butterworth.
Breakfast was another experience...but that's another story for another blog.
until next time