Booming skies, dodgy transport and Dutch Girls

Friday 19th - 18:00 Marseille MP2 - Successful escaped the clutches of Ruinair's execrable passenger and baggage handling 'services' and was shocked to find that the limousine that was booked for me by my fellow team mates had failed to turn up. Transport finally arrived to pick me up in the form of Shaun in his ancient, temperamental (but apparently well loved) Landrover Defender that looks like it hadn't quite survived WW2. Predictably the heavens opened just as he pulled up in front of the terminal and I got a thorough soaking as I struggled to find a door that wasn't bolted or rusted shut! Once inside, I was a little alarmed to discover that Shaun was also soaking wet from water streaming in through the roof, windows and floor!! Several hours later we finally rolled into Camping Monteglin... deafened and rattled by the very agricultural engineering under the hood. Many thanks to Shaun for driving well out of his way to rescue me!

The sky gets playful on approach to Marseille

Geoff was already at the mobile home with a couple of cases of cold beer waiting to greet us and we wasted no time in getting wasted. Predictably the conversation revolved around Cornelia and then degenerated rapidly. As midnight came and passed, and the beer evaporated we somehow found ourselves listening to the Mistral blowing through the campsite and pondering that most fundamental question... Do Dutch girls shave their netherlands? Nobody we asked seemed to be able to offer an authoritative answer, so we retired to bed to ponder some more.