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Its always a little awkward doing this wild camping thing. Its not officially illigal, but its definitely not somethig that parents teach their kids. When jan climbed out the tent this morning, he startled an early morning dog walker who wasnt quite sure what to make of the situation.
We packed up rather quickly after that, and breakfasted on the almighty coco-pops. Om-nom-nom! We never buy this **** at home, but on a bike tour, we can ...
So after planning to get an early start... which again only happened shortly before 10, because actual beds are just so dam comfy, we were on our way direction basel. The original plan was to stay at Annignas place, but seeing she is on holiday, and that basel is acually 90km away, we decided to take it easy. Good thing too, about 2hours into the ride, I start feeling something not right at the back of my foot/calf. ...
NOTHING is open! The only reason we put Mulhouse on our itinerary was the car museum. It was Andrew and Alain's dream to visit this museum, one of the largest car collections in the world. YAWN! So Andrew and Alain headed off this morning to live out their fantasies and the rest of us walked into town to find some breakfast. We ended up at the railway station where we had petit dejeuner.....breakfast. Nothing else was open. Certainly no Sunday morning cafe culture ...
... A lady in the town square was selling donuts so we bought some and it took so long to find a place to get lunch that by that time I had eaten 3 donuts!! Mon Dieu!! A Nanna nap (donut coma) was called for before we headed out for dinner. Our hotel caters for coach tours and so the restaurant at the hotel was full and very noisy so we opted for the Turkish restaurant across the road....for old times sake!!! Well it was fantastic and refreshingly cheap. ...
... to get into the car. When we got to the location, there was still no sign of a surprise except for a sign that said Singe with a picture of a monkey on it. Thanks to French club (though I learned almost nothing else there), I knew that singe means monkey, plus I can see pictures. We got out of the car and walked through the entrance of what looked like a zoo. We got French fries (Which were gross and tasted like Mc'Donald's), Damien got a hot dog, and my dad and his cousin ...