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Day 113
10 Aug 2013
Caen-Normandy
Going to bed at 2 Am and waking at 6.15 Am I have done before but it is getting harder. With pain I managed to get up this morning. 45 minutes… and we were on our way. A few hours later we passed the first cemeteries of the Flanders fields where, amongst the millions of others, many Australians have lost their lives in the first world war. Perhaps on the way back we can give it some more time.
France came in sight.
Driving in a car is very different and I don't feel any excitement from the journey itself. As they say ,when you ride a motorcycle it hardly ever the destination that is important but the it is the journey. Today it is the company of my friend Ab I enjoyed and the destination. The corners and roundabout are now a bother as they push me around in my seat. But alas…
Amiens and Rouen, all places I had passed before but could now take in without concentrating on the traffic. Amiens must have had a period that it had been under Roman control judging by the ruins and arches we passed in its city centre. Soon Le Havre , on the mouth of the Seine River in sight .
It is holiday time, also in France.
The high bridge over the Seine took around an hour to cross over due to the congestion and slow working of the toll booths., the village of Hon Fleur, the famous Hon Fleur, but what is the big deal here? Perhaps it is just the name what attracts the people. A nice harbour, similar to so many the world over and along the French and Belgian coastline.
Impossible to park, we just drove through it past the hordes of people walking along the row of tourist shops like cows ready to be milked. It was best to just keep going. I took some pictures of the harbor, but the lens was unable to penetrate the filter consisting of ice cream munching tourist blocking the view. I am glad the destination lies further down the road.
By seven we reached a small village just south west of Caen, the residence of my friend Jerome Boisard and his wife Daniela; I hadn’t seen them for about 15 years. This is France… the land of wine and cheese, good food and in this case good friends.
10 Aug 2013
Caen-Normandy
Going to bed at 2 Am and waking at 6.15 Am I have done before but it is getting harder. With pain I managed to get up this morning. 45 minutes… and we were on our way. A few hours later we passed the first cemeteries of the Flanders fields where, amongst the millions of others, many Australians have lost their lives in the first world war. Perhaps on the way back we can give it some more time.
France came in sight.
Driving in a car is very different and I don't feel any excitement from the journey itself. As they say ,when you ride a motorcycle it hardly ever the destination that is important but the it is the journey. Today it is the company of my friend Ab I enjoyed and the destination. The corners and roundabout are now a bother as they push me around in my seat. But alas…
Amiens and Rouen, all places I had passed before but could now take in without concentrating on the traffic. Amiens must have had a period that it had been under Roman control judging by the ruins and arches we passed in its city centre. Soon Le Havre , on the mouth of the Seine River in sight .
It is holiday time, also in France.
The high bridge over the Seine took around an hour to cross over due to the congestion and slow working of the toll booths., the village of Hon Fleur, the famous Hon Fleur, but what is the big deal here? Perhaps it is just the name what attracts the people. A nice harbour, similar to so many the world over and along the French and Belgian coastline.
Impossible to park, we just drove through it past the hordes of people walking along the row of tourist shops like cows ready to be milked. It was best to just keep going. I took some pictures of the harbor, but the lens was unable to penetrate the filter consisting of ice cream munching tourist blocking the view. I am glad the destination lies further down the road.
By seven we reached a small village just south west of Caen, the residence of my friend Jerome Boisard and his wife Daniela; I hadn’t seen them for about 15 years. This is France… the land of wine and cheese, good food and in this case good friends.
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