Sarah drove the first leg out of Paris for approx 144 miles, until we needed to stop for fuel, then I tool the wheel. Cos we had to keep on truckin' we just ate our 3 day old Ginsters on the way. We'll see if this was a good idea in 6-8 hours
We drove on some amazing roads towards Switzerland, over and through the Alps. But the best bit, a highlight of the entire trip, was driving through the tunnel under Mt Blanc (I think, there were bloody loads of hills). I frigging love driving through a tunnel! We also passed the 800.8 miles mark (lol). Photos to follow.
Unfortunately my massive high was soon shat on as soon as we got into Switzerland. Buying the vinaigrette (or whatever its called) was stressful and lead sarah to directing me the wrong way into Geneva city centre! With no idea where we were going, sarah's frankly shocking sense of direction and navigational skills, and heat rising past 40 degrees I thought I was going to have a stroke (not to mention the fact I'd already driven over 250 miles!!)
The art of following the car in front paid off as we found ourselves back on track for the campsite. First campsite we came to had a spot, so we set up camp for 30 quid. It also had a restaurant, swimming pool and a can of beer for a quid! (The beer actually came from the town where we stopped for the first time in France, where we had espressos)
Lessons learnt so far...
1. Sarah is shit at giving directions
2. Katie can't tell where traffic lights are
3. French people appear to have never seen a ginger person before. Lots of staring. Either that or they're not used to my beauty.
4. Driving, walking, moving, sleeping etc in heats exceeding 30 degrees makes me want to die.
5. Lots of high speed (but not too high speed mum, don't worry) driving means we now have a bug morgue on our wind screen. Gross.
Arguments: 1 (massive one when sarah sent me through fucking Geneva!)
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