The wild boar of France

Trip Start Aug 23, 1996
Trip End Ongoing

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Sunday, August 2, 1998

We were stuck in Prades for three days. After half an hour, we had done all that was humanly possible. It was tiny. The problem lay with the fuel pump, and as it was a British make, they had to find one, which they did. It was used and it had to be shipped in. Once on, there was also the small concern of a fire as the battery was arcing, but once fixed, away we went. First towards Perpignan and then onwards in the direction of Monaco. We were slightly behind schedule now, so we figured a long drive into the night would help. At 02:30 in the morning, I found a turnoff where we could camp for the night. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement and figured it was a small animal. I then looked straight ahead and there was this hug boar in front of me. I slammed on the brakes, and the boar ran away. Melanie wouldn't go outside after this, even in the morning she was still scared. We drove all along the coast the following day, past Marseilles and Aix-en-Provence and finally Monte Carlo. As we entered Monte Carlo, Melanie stated that you cannot camp in Monte Carlo, and I said you could. After an argument took place that she was never going to win, we parked the van one street away from the casino, and had a walk around the city. Went down to the wharves to admire the yachts/boats and saw the little ocean liner that is Price Rainier's yacht. We had beers in the city and walked the grand prix track. Its looks all different compared to TV !!!!! After they had put on a firework display for inviting us to their province, we went back, and crashed for the night. The next morning was one of those McS**t with lies time, so we parked the van in a carpark especially made for vans, and off we went for a little bit more exploring and discovered that we were not really that different from the average person in Monte Carlo. We might not own a Ferrari or Porsche, but we had a Bedford camper, the only one in town, complete with rubber chook in the window. Once satisfied, that we were unique, it was time to leave as Italy was calling us
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