In the end, the nice German girls that saved us from Alsace had to drop us at the last gas station before Lyon because they were going around it. Which allowed France to save face by providing us with a local driver. And an interesting insight. He started trying to dodge by asking how we would strap me in the car, and Weirdo started explaining him the harness trick when the driver cut him midsentence: “I actually have a baby seat”. Continue reading French driver!
After 1000 km of hard travel, I’m not even tired. But I decided to award Weirdo a day of rest because he looked like he needed it. Plus, our host is someone real cool called Gwen and wanted to spend some time with her. Continue reading Taking a break in Lyon
Getting to Brive was going to be tricky. We were leaving the heavy duty highways that had German drivers on them for the low-density franco-french highway of the Massif Central. It’s the middle of France, I bet you didn’t know that.
We needed to get to Brive the same day before 14. So I got Weirdo to get up at 6, load me, still sleeping, and the stuff and get to the hitchhiking spot already. I woke up already there, in one of those typical cafés where he was hard at work having breakfast. Continue reading Through the no-man’s-land
That bastard Uncle Hugo bailed on us at the last minute. We were supposed to go hiking in the mountains with him, but he probably decided that getting drunk with his buddies was a better idea. We found ourselves with no plan for the week. So I decided we should take Auntie Amalia home in Paris and spend a few days there. After not debating at all about the means of transportation, we all agreed to hitchhike up there. It was Sunday midday, after a 3-days weekend.
You guys might not be familiar with mixing hitchhiking and Sundays. So here’s a couple of facts for you: Sundays means no trucks, no professionals, and a whole bunch of families on a weekend trip with cars filled with junk to the ceiling.
Common hitchhiker wisdom: You. don’t. travel. on a Sunday.
In particular after a 3-days weekend.
And that’s exactly what we set out to do. Insane, right?
Case you were wondering what kind of crazy adventures I was up to since last Friday: nothing really. No plan + no opportunity = we went back to sedentary life for a few days. Which is not without its perks. Namely, playgrounds. Continue reading Playground break