Hotel Oceania Saint Malo
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After a slightly stressful train delay we got to St Malo, Brittany. The delay which almost caused us to miss our connection was caused by a crane dropping an object on to the railway overhead supply cable, therefore causing trains to be diverted to other routes. However we just made our connection to the TGV and made St Malo in time to walk part of the city walls which are similar to those in Dubrovnik, Croatia. Our hotel is called Ajoncs D'Or, which we have learned ...
We made our way from St Malo heading south for Moelan-Sur-Mer.
We'd tanked up in St Malo - £1.05 a litre for Super Unleaded - not bad!!
Will was seeking a caffeine fix. After 20 miles of grind on the boring N176 I decided to cut across country. We came across this lovely little village - Jugon-Les-Lacs. 2 big café au laits to stir the cryo tanks and then back on it.
To get to Moelan, there are only ...
Woke up at 6am to 'Two & half men' repeating opening titles "Men,men,men,men,menly men men men, ooohhh", laptop had been left on.
Went back to bed.
Next thing.....'Bing bong, ladies & gentlemen the boat will be docking in 15 minutes, please make your way to your vehicles'. But it's only 7am. The ticket says 8.15am.
Thanks Brittany Ferries, they don't say you board in English time but get off in French time who are an hour in front.
"Will, Will, wake up, ...
... hereabouts. Tonight, we can see the Mont lit up with the town lights and it's floodlights although Mike says we are not seeing it's best side from here. The only downside is that we are on a sideways slope and being on the public road we're not supposed to use our ramps. The French guy in front (there are only the two vans here) craftily waited until there was only the two of us before putting his on ramps. Trust a Frenchman to buck the ...
... its massive, dark stone walls creating a dark and gloomy atmosphere. As we entered the city we climbed up some steep stairs to the top of the wall and from here we were able to walk around the city taking in the sights, sounds and smells of the old port city. The smells in particular were probably what stood out to me the most. All I could smell was salt, seaweed, and fish. It stank! The smells didn't seem to bother Matt as much, and I constantly had to catch up to him as he raced ...