Dave the motorhome’s short on words tonight, having seen off his fair share of vin rouge in Coulon, France. We’re comfortably numb in the same aire as last night, in the Green Venice area, accompanied by a whole raft of French motorhomes, plus an interloper or two.
Today’s been an easy day. We awoke, ate breakfast, and cleared up ready to leave. For quite where, we were not sure, but we were going to leave anyway, when we received an email message just before we rolled off. It came from Rose and Paul, two people we knew only from previous emails over the past months, sharing their knowledge and experience of many of the same places we planned to visit. They were on their way north through France. After almost two years of parallel but somehow isolated travel, we were about to meet. They could get here in 3 or 4 hours, huzzah!
We killed time, taking a second, or even third, maybe fourth wander through the village and waterway here, awaiting their arrival. When they finally cruised in, we relaxed, happy they’d made it and ready for a good old chat.
Over a gas-assisted charcoal BBQ we enjoyed sea salt encrusted sardines, complete with heads and tails. Paul shared his knowledge of spear fishing, which to be honest I’m dead keen to make use of (elastic rubber band-powered spears are easier to maintain than hydraulic ones) although I’ve no idea which fish is which. We’ve interrogated those guys about all things Australian, and the Ozzie viewpoint of the world, and I (for one) and am dead keen to get over there and have a look at the place, the Outback in particular.
We’ve chatted, shared stories of our pasts, peered forwards into our futures and generally enjoyed the company of fellow travellers. I’ve seen off far too much wine too, so it’s time for bed and to dream of the antipodeans! Check out the731report.blogspot.com for Paul and Rose’s awesome story.