We get up and pack everything away and get to Pedro (not the Spanish guys name, but I can't remember it)'s cab for 0700h.
And wait.
And wait.
At 1000h Buzzy finally knocks on the window - after I had shotgunned not to do it 2h30m before - and 10 seconds laterthe engine fires up.
The rest of the trip to Bordeaux was spent largely sleeping and except for the pork chops and spag - mostly uneventful and boring.
We got to Bordeaux - eventually - at 2000h after a good hour wait at the service station outside the city.
Gregoire - the man who gave us a lift from the station - gave us a street map of the city, and after looking at it for a bit we find the nearest hostel - I say nearest, there was in fact only 1 in the entire city - and head to it.
15 mins later we arrive, and it's full. Fuck. However the man at reception tells us where the cheapest hotels are, and we set off.
After finding all the hotels are either fully booked, or completely out of our price range, Buzzy flirts us a steal.
The last room in a hotel over a resturant, right in front of the Central Station.
It was €55 reduced from €75 for a "single" which turns out - once we get up to the room - to be a double. Yay!
Buzzy points out as I write this, that it was actually 2 twins and a double.
Jew.
Anyway.
After Buzzy insists on handwashing the clothes, and I strut around in my boxers...well jeans...and watching a bit of TV, it's late and we're both tired and we hit the hay.
Sleepy times me thinks.
