Saturday 23 June 2007

Dover to Lille




Welcome to our journal. We aim to provide you, our avid readers, with an informative, concise and witty encounter of our European Adventures; actually we are finding that easier said then done, but at the very least it will be something for us, and the kids when they come along, to look back on!

The very rough plan is this:

June – Head across Northern France, into Germany and travel up the West coast to Scandinavia.
July – Take in Denmark, Sweden and Norway.
August – Back down the East side of Germany, possibly through Austria and Switzerland.
September – Italy
October – Probably still in Italy and onto Southern France
November – Spain and Portugal and back up the west side of France and home.

Nothing is booked of course, we will just cruise and chill and see what life throws at us. As such, it is quite likely that the above will change over the months.


June - Bon Voyage Angleterre; Bonjour Francais

Week 1 – 4th to 10th June

It was hectic and surprisingly hard work getting here but as we boarded at Dover and watched the white cliffs fade away and photographed the seagulls in pure tourist tradition, it all finally started to feel real. Our European Adventure has begun.

Calais - Dunkerque

Arrived in Calais about 5pm and headed for the nearest camp site 5km away; after driving for a while we figured we had missed it! Ah well, adopting the ‘lets just carry on’ theory that’s what we did in search of another site. A slight touch of de ja vu as we drove down the same road (or was that the 3rd time) we eventually found a site just west of Dunkerque. As we will discover more than once, getting to the general area is easy, finding exactly where you need to be is the tricky part. Not a lot to offer in this area but we were able to feel the first of many sands between our toes.

Bondues - Lille

Moving towards Lille we stayed in a nice little town about 12KM outside and thought this would be a fine opportunity to put into practice our plan to cycle into the cities. Off we set on a cycle path along the canal, which should be straight forward enough but somehow we actually missed Lille and stopped cycling when we came to the end of the path in some dodgy looking down town council estate - about 10KM too far! Must be the natural fitness which comes so easy, especially to Andrew - after 10 minutes into the ride (on flat ground I may add) he apparently suffered, as an athlete of his calibre does, lactic acid build up at an accelerated rate resulting in severe muscle fatigue.

So we find Lille, and of course being as cultured as we are head straight to a restaurant and partake in the famed moules et frites (that’s mussels and chips to anyone less lingual than ourselves!) Fed and watered we absorb the ambience and cycle around the cobbled streets and quaint buildings of the lovely town
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