Day 7 Bergerac to Caen
Today was to be our longest drive on tour so far. With that in mind we were eager to get a move on, we got showered and began our journey North to Caen. Pierre and his girlfriend had prepared some great tasting coffee and soft fresh croissants for breakfast, which went down very smoothly. We said our goodbyes and hit the road on a very gloomy, misty day. We were getting sun kissed only a day ago!
Now broken English. Because we don't speak much French, when we speak in English to a non-English speaking French person, you have to speak in broken English as not to confuse them. What we have found ourselves doing (especially in long car journeys) is speaking to one another in broken English. We don't even realise we're doing it until…. we realise we're doing it I guess. Oh. How. We. Do. Make. Ourselves. Laugh.
There was a lot of traffic on the toll road today and we later found out it was because of a motorbike grand prix taking place in Le Mans. Hundreds of bikes everywhere! They were like dark ninjas on motorised mini machines weaving in and out of lanes everywhere you looked. That on top of the weekend traffic making their way home from the south of France made for a hectic and longer than expected journey to Caen. 8 hours in fact, eating lunch in the car and stopping only to literally run around the car, high five and to swap seats. We find that sitting in the passenger seat is more tiring than driving because you have nothing to do. Nothing to stimulate the mind except to look at the constant fields and trees and cars and deciding on what cd to put on next.
When we arrived it was really really cold, we had to wear most of the clothes that we had bought with usDJ Blitz had set up his decks and disco ball to get the party started. We played at just gone midnight after the director had driven half an hour to go get white wine, which is the only thing that had been forgotten and the only booze she drinks. The film crew were lovely lovely people who had been working for 5 long days straight so were very much in the party mood. The French just absolutely love to have fun! It's warming to see. We were unsure if we were going to ruin the party mood. We were wrong and very humbled when they forced us to play an encore.
|The wrap party in all it's glory.|