Ibis Orange Sud
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... and I stopped again at Chalet Reynard, each time for a few minutes to chug water. Linda didn't want to stop that second time, probably because she might not want to start again.
There was a stiff north wind which alternately provided a welcome cooling breeze or a punch in the nose for the last half-dozen kilometres. Dave caught up just as I was about to start from Chalet Reynard but after a little while I started to fade and ...
... back for half an hour on the same bus to where we had got on the bus and then going the right way for an hour and half- getting on another bus for another half an hour - getting off and walking to the hotel! Phew! So now we are both very tired but cheered ourselves up A LOT by talking to our awesome families and then planning our amazing week at Disney! Eeek!! Animal Kingdom is up first ...
... along part of the Tour de France route and you could see the markings where last year's tour had travelled.
We stopped in a village to get some lunch: croissants for Paul and brioche and local goat's cheese for me. Delicious.
We were happy to see the temperature climb to double figures as we left the Alpes region crossing to the Provence region. Snow is pretty, but we're really not equipped for this sort of weather.
Orange is quite ...
... no car. Apparently they had urned up at Avis to be told "Sorry we dont have a car for you. We have your booking - but we havent got a car. We'll see if we can get one brought here from somewhere"
So having appraised us of the situation, they went back to Avis, leaving the four of us to watch the sun set, and to see the same cars circle the airport over and over, waiting to pick people up who hadnt arrived yet. Matt had ...
... in the company of fellow witches and wizards, gayly swapping chocolate frog cards and playing 'guess the flavour' with your new friend, Mr Bertie Bott. After, handa stagger out in a stomach of moving chocolate, beer and digesting jelly, into dervish and banges for a gander at more Wizarding fare and a ride on a wheeled hippogriff is enough for A to say, as if it's been hours: 'pint at the three broomsticks?' to which H replies: 'sure.' And you ...