Motorbike Diaries (Harley Davidson Forty Eight)
Manchester To France ..... and back!
Day 4 - 6th Sept 2016
Destination - St Malo
Day 4 - 6th Sept 2016
Destination - St Malo
6:30am alarm call.
We've arrived in France! Awoken by the gentle yet heavily annoying pan flutes provided by the boats' morning 'wake up call'.
We managed to get a cabin in the end - THANK YOU RECEPTIONIST! So at least we had a bed to sleep in. Bunk beds that is. Ahhh how romantic.
Unfortunately the romance of the bunk beds did not help my hangover at all.
Surprisingly, I felt rather tender after the wine, whiskey and Gin combo from the night before. Must of got a little carried away watching the fabulous magician that was provided as the ferry's entertainment for the evening. He was so great in fact, he was giving out DVD's of himself as prizes and had a phone case with his own picture on it in his full magician outfit. FAN - Tastic.
We packed up our bags and loaded the bike so we were ready for when we got off the boat.
Once we were off the boat we headed straight for the campsite. Camping Des Chevrets
The campsite was ace, great facilities (although there was a large family of small birds nesting in the shower area - I almost got hit with a bird shit one morning which Ryan found absolutely hilarious - all I heard was OOOOHHHHHH) Haha
It was actually quite nice hearing the birds overhead in the morning - but would have been slightly gutted if I got shat on.
So, upon arrival to the campsite we hunted high and low to find the best pitch - i think we found it!
Our lovely neighbours for the next 3 days who were staying in their Caravan (Bruce and Joke - actually pronounced Yoka) came out straight away to greet us. Bruce kindly helped us pitch our tent in the rock hard ground and provided us with a hammer, while I supervised and had a 'hangover cup of tea' with Bruces' lovely wife Joke (I will call her Yoka in the blog) The Dutch couple who actually lived in Germany have travelled so much over the years so had plenty of stories to tell us. They were brilliant with us. Maybe they felt sorry for us as we literally had nothing! Haha.
Tent pitched and bags unloaded, we got straight back on the bike and drove to St Malo. Only a 15 minute drive...if that from our campsite.
St Malo was stunning. It was like a little walled city packed with plenty of history and amazing buildings and architecture.
In World War II, during fighting in late August, early September 1944, the historic walled city of St Malo was almost totally destroyed by American shelling and bombing as well as British naval gunfire. St Malo was then rebuilt over a 12 year period between 1948-1960
We had a stroll through, looking at what the shops and restaurants had to offer whilst admiring the old - yet meticulously maintained buildings. I really started to feel like i was in France now. The shuttered windows, all the fresh sea food, the weather was amazing. We love it here!
Every single menu board had Mussels as the speciality of the day. Mussels in a blue cheese sauce, Mussels in a white wine sauce, Mussels in a creamy sauce - the list was endless! It didn't take long to figure out what the local delicacy was. And, of course, served with a side of chips.
As the weather was so bloody glorious, we went down to the beach and walked over to 'The Islands', took some lovely pics and got burnt on our way. Typical English skin. We haven't seen the sun for years so the slightest bit of sun and we blended in with the lobsters at the local fishmongers.
The city itself was quite windy so didn't actually realise we were burning. Haha.
Hungry, once again! we stopped at the Lion D'or within the 'walled city' for a giant portion of Mussels (we couldn't resist) and chips - each :-) The waiter couldn't quite believe we wanted to eat at 5pm which is quite a tradition in England however in France they must eat quite late from the shock in his voice. He was even more disgusted that Ryan asked for Red wine with fish, which apparently to a Frenchman is absolute blasphemy - White wine with fish you stupid english man. Despite the expertise of the very annoyed waiter, Ryan chose to stick with the Red wine. I was too frightened to challenge the waiter so told him he could pick my wine for me.....surprise surprise I got a class of Chardonnay.
Feeling rather burnt, sweaty and full (nice) we headed back to our campsite. Grabbed a bottle of red wine on the way home and sat playing cards for a few hours in the tent. We admired the views for a while before we jumped into our lovely sleeping bags. haha
Not a lot of mileage done today as only went locally. My ass was very grateful.
All pictures taken by Ryan - Another hidden talent of his - Thanks my love.
All pictures taken by Ryan - Another hidden talent of his - Thanks my love.
Day 5 to follow...
K
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