Every year around this kind of time I start to get itchy feet. I don’t know whether it’s due to the miserable January/February weather, or some sort of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder), complete and utter boredom or the inevitable and incipient arrival of my birthday – to be honest it doesn’t really matter what the cause is, because deep down I know that I’d love to get out and see the real world again.
For some time now I’ve been considering heading back out on a road-trip. I haven’t been out on the open road for some years now, last time we decided to go for Monte Carlo or bust – inspired of course by one of the greatest films of all time…
Our ride wasn’t quite as exciting or as ingenious as Major Digby Dawlish’s, it didn’t have any frills or mod-cons, nope it was just a tatty battered used van that we’d managed to pick up at a reasonable rate from the local van hire company. We spent a few weeks patching it up and making it liveable and then we set off.
Neither of us had really spent a great deal of time in France, so we decided to try and take in as much of the country as possible. We started in Normandy, trundled our way through Paris and continued down south, stopping in Geneva and traversing the Alps until we reached our desired destination: Monte Carlo and the Mediterranean.
We spent a week or so living the high-life and then we turned the van around and sped off west through the French Riviera. I’d always wanted to visit Carcassonne so we drove down and spent a few nights surrounded by some of the most astounding and intact medieval architecture in western Europe. After buffing up on our history we went north to Biarritz, surfed our brains out and watched the sunset every night – twas the perfect finish to a great holiday.
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