Premiere Classe Lisieux
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... the first time ever that we have had a bar owner buy us a drink then as we left they wanted to hug and kiss us. It was very cool. We headed home for the night with the problem of not being able to access the water, €5 for 10 minutes, unfortunately the machine didn't like any of our cards and cash was not an option. There were a few other campers around so Brendan headed next door to have a chat with old ...
... speech made by Paul Keating about Australians and war. But right now are we being taken into another war that's none of our business so our PM can look tough and as if he's part of the Anzac tradition, to get votes? 24/9/2014 Wednesday We decided to stay more local today & went over to Honfleur this morning where we went to the art gallery that featured Eugene Boudin who was the teacher of impressionist painters including Monet. We then went in the bell ...
... listening to music. On the outskirts of Paris,
the TomTom took us into a low ceiling height tunnel, even though
there were other signs for the direction we were heading in. It must
have saved us some time however and we rolled into Le Havre very
early, parked up and had time to visit a few bars before choosing a
restaurant where we had great cheap steaks. Later, we were shown
straight onto the ferry and found the one and only bar. It was a
bare bones Brittany ship ...
... it seems so parts were skipped like the "Peace be with you". I find it amazing that I have been praying the same prayers for nearly 40 years and put it in a different language and I struggle to remember my response in English - looks like I have 40 more years to practice... Then walked around town, mailed my postcards and picked up a ham sandwich for the hike home...lovely day. I bit sore, but need to get in shape because biking is only a week ...
... to post a letter - with no envelope, pen or stamp - into a treasure hunt hoping it would kill the 4 hours we still had left. We had a fittingly (in theory only) last meal in the UK – Fish and chips by the beach and took off along the cliff road to find the ferry.
Waiting is not a sport I am good at, but waiting we did. I pushed a rock along the ground with a stick, I invented a beat on the fuel tank of the bike, I hummed the Nintendo Mario brothers ...