Which, by the way, is illegal. We'd suspected as much and had those suspicions confirmed when very quickly the police turned up. Luckily I'd gotten my French back quite quickly so was able to talk to them. They wanted to fine us 11 euros each but we didn't actually have that much cash on us at the time and it turns out that the police don't accept credit cards! In the end they were very nice and only charged us a single fine and then drove us to a better spot. I think that counts as hitching a ride with the police!
|Our hitching spot|
|Our new hitching spot courtesy of the French police|
The other thing that was a bit of a surprise was how far Royan was from Orléans. 390km to be exact. Slightly longer than the 150km that we pulled out of thin air and assumed was the distance. I seriously have no idea where we got that number. But we were rather surprised to still be on the road at 10pm. However, we did get our first ride with a trucker - very exciting! And we did get there.
|So freaking excited to be in a truck!|
|This would be Wilfried whom I asked about his husband.|
|As we have established by now I am very crap at taking photos while socialising - so here is a photo of the lawn the next morning.|
côte sauvage or the savage beach (which sounds particularly amusing when said with a French accent) along with his girlfriend Alice.
|Eleanor and I comparing our shorts tan lines!|
|A horrible photo but the best of the bunch!|
|Eleanor took the time to write in her journal|