We rise - even more demoralised as we have only made it 36km from Bordeaux thank to the first lift of the day fucking us royally - pack up, and move on.
Neither of us fancy the epic trek back, and as we are no more than 500m from the N10 - at this point dual-carriage way - we jump the barrier and march the wrong way up the hard shoulder, much to the dismay of many a passing motorist.
Running scaringly low on water, and the resturant being closed, we decide that one of us (read: she) will sit in the shade, and the other (read: me) wacks our thumb out.
20 mins later we get picked up by a German family living in Spain going to Paris...SCORE!
Let everything I said about the German's be resinded, and transfer to the arseholes of Europe, and the world...THE FRENCH!
And so I sit here, writing the past 3 days entries in their camper van, chatting to the man - Thorsten - and Buzzy drawing things for their 3 girls.
Frankly, this day has been a lot better. Calmer, happier, less stressful, and all in all it's just like the first half of the trip.
As we close down on Paris, I start to think about the next few days, what to do, where to explore, and how we actually made it, even if the route wasn't exactly as planned. I won't finish this off with a summary, that will be done once I'm back home and have had a few days to really take it all in. I'll finish writing todays post when I get to Paris.
So, we got here - the campsite at least - at about 0130h, luckily there was someone on the desk so we could get all the paper work done.
Between now, and ^^^ up there ^^^, we've had to run across the ring road to a petrol station to get a lift by an extremely hawt french lady - but she was preggers so no go...and I love the Mrs >_> - and a trip on the tram, the metro and then a taxi(!), we finally got here. Only to find - however - that the ground is hard as nails and almost impossible to pitch in to...cunts.
We do the best we can and now it's...
Sleepy time me thinks.
