What a surreal experience!
A 'posh' English family of four with young kids who, inbetween bragging about how important Dad's job is (PR.......), were totally ignorant if one of the kids so much as sqeaked. Unfortunately their evening was cut short when the swing did the honourable thing and wacked 'little precious' on the head. Phew.
Next an English couple about to get married, who had decided before committing they 'needed' a year off and had been travelling around India. Guess what - they did not get the runs once. Yawn. They had since been travelling around France preparing for getting back into the real world - of recruitment.....
Last but not least - the Pilgrim. A Dutch guy who was looking to 'find himself' and was in the process of walking from Holland to Santiago de Compostela - the Way of St James. 1,300 miles!!
The following day was the last leg of the journey back to Cherbourg and it pissed it down all day which made 580km's a bit dull.
We paid extra for a room with a view.
I asked for a refund.
At least I could keep an eye on the bike parked on the square.
Not sure who this is but he looked important.
The following day we hopped on the excellent Condor ferry back to Poole. 2.5 hours crossing.
Goodbye France.
The end :(
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