[QUOTE] How's Ms V's ass, BTW? :-)[/QUOTE] Say WHAT?
Apart from it blowing a gale it was a smooth run back to blighty, missed the fist ferry by a fraction, still borating but no more bike spaces so had to hang around in Calais for 75 minutes and at this point I was regretting not stopping for lunch as the facilities at the port are sparse. After that a very blowy ride up the A2.
I guess mine was more of a straight line than your route and it was very quiet. I was actually planning to stop in Dieppe but changed my mind.
All Small-Medium French towns are like that - follow the signposts and you'll detour all the way round the outside; going straight into town and looking for a road out in the right direction is usually a lot quicker.
615 for me. Ant managed slightly more by the time we parted at Dover due to cocking up a dead straight bit on the D12 that turned out to actually be a very sharp left. Having almost made exactly the same mistake, I watched with interest in my mirrors to see if I was going to have to go back and help pick up the pieces. When he (eventually) appeared looking slightly sheepish I laughed like a drain.
Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, boots Ah now, I was shown the better facilities as Calais by TOG's mate (whose name I can never remember). You have to have your passport, and you go back to the foot passenger terminal. There's a cafe there, which served that traditional French dish of hot dog with a cheeky little diet coke on the side.
anyone go in the church? I'm very pleased with this shot http://www.flickr.com/photos/canon-eos/5678729315/ (blatant attempt to get my viewing figures up)
The start of a beautiful partnership. Nice work. Er ... not quite everyone. And no, I'm not telling. Good accounting!
When I went to pay my tab the girl at reception seemed a little baffled and said somebody else seemed to have already paid it. She seemed rather at a loss for what to do, as I hadn't just gone "oh, that's nice, bye then" and waved somebody else's at me and suggested I pay that instead. It seemed to have about the right number of beers on it (and a couple of soft drinks) so in the name of impending chaos I gave her the 40 euros to cover that bill. And I forgot to pick up the invoice so have no idea which room it was for. I'm sure the fun just snowballed after I left.
¤40 would have seemed a bargain and I'd have been out of the door like a shot after paying it. Ours was about ¤140 and still a lot cheaper than some others. It could have been a lot worse but neither of us drink large quantities of wine so it was all beers plus a couple of glasses of champagne for Adie.
I don't know whether it started with a ****-up by reception or a guest but by the time I was in the courtyard I'd forgotten all about it, at least until this thread jogged my memory. Anyone want to own up to paying for room 101?
Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, ogden You were in room 101? How curiously... appropriate.
I thought it merely coincidental that my deepest darkest fear is the overwhelming smell of farts in the morning.
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<clicks> Nice. Not posting mine. Oh well, I was a bit pleased with this one: https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/In2aD2atSr1DdpSTulg7_ImcsrxHIqgg8xZgRhwJrf8?feat=directlink And my other favourite was from Giveny: https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/S5Yfvqs-H286gmnN-DfAnYmcsrxHIqgg8xZgRhwJrf8?feat=directlink
