Shutters on the inside and outside of the window make for a very dark bedroom! We woke up not having a clue if it was day or night. It was 7am so Alan decided to go for a run. Around 15 minutes later he hobbled back into the room. His hip was killing him and he'd only managed to go around 100 metres. This wasn't promising for a day of sightseeing. We went down to breakfast where we were taunted by cereal but no milk or bowls. There was also no milk to be had wi...

After a rushed morning (Alan was coaching) we headed off to the airport to travel to Carcassonne. As usual Angela was stopped by customs, the contents of her bag scrutinised and then swabbed! The flight was fairly uneventful apart from the lack of water to make hot drinks, the man opposite Angela avidly reading his bible then disappearing to the toilet regularly with his bags and an extremely bumpy landing. Carcassonne is probably the smallest airport in the wor...