Putting Pawprints Across The Planet!
Since the caravan brakes didn’t fail and we’ve already used up the stress-making options of a Kamikaze Lorry and towing a caravan through the Mistral, Mark tried to add a different layer of excitement to our departure. As he loaded the bikes on to the van, he tried to amputate the end of his finger on my spokes.
Stemming the flow of husbandly blood is always a fine prelude to a road trip. Continue reading ““I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Cluny” – The City of the Horse, Bourgogne, France”
What have the Romans ever done for us?
Well, they haven’t passed on their gene for the unembarrassed use of public toilets. Not to me at least. Continue reading “A Week in Provence – The Penny Pincher’s Guide to Orange & Avignon”
Nous Sommes Citoyens de France – We Are Citizens of France! The Fab Four are now officially Le Quatre Fabuleux. Following our trip to the vet, they got their DHPP vaccinations, French passports and a pipette for leishmania, a mosquito-borne disease to be wary of near the Med. On American Independence Day, they gained the freedom to travel throughout Schengen, which is more than we will be able to do at the end of the Brexit transition period. (For more information on why we put The Fab Four on French passports, see Pet Travel Post Brexit.)
As a treat, we took Le Quatre Fabuleux to river for a stick chase and then drove around to find a back way into the Pont du Gard. Continue reading “A Week in Provence – The Penny Pincher’s Guide to Pont du Gard”
Big Blue and Caravan Kismet were all packed up and ready to go by 9am, right on schedule.
We had appointments in Avignon the following day. After our hair-raising drive in, the plan was to leave early and get the precipitous hairpins of the Gorges du Verdon out of the way before it got too busy, but once again, the gods had conspired against us. Continue reading “A Week in Provence – Verdon to Avignon: We Plan, The Gods Laugh…”
