A few days ago we were in Barcelona. Mum, Sha and I ambled around the city seeing the sights, walking up the hill, looking in the Cathedral, eating Tapas (including cuttlefish) ... Now we've just got back from the Louvre, after yesterday visiting Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower. Between the two I drove about 1100km from Barcelona to Paris in a small, manual Ford Fiesta. Mum promised me that I'd have time to get used to driving on the wrong side of the road and with a manual car ... she helped by navigating us straight through the centre of Barcelona!
We stopped the first night in Bezier (after crossing the spectacular Pyrenees - which allowed me to remember how to do a hill start in a manual!) and stopping to splash ourselves in the Mediterranean. Bezier is frightening. The roads were clearly made about 800 years ago and haven't changed since. You drive down the cobbled streets dodging the parked cars, motorbikes, people and various random obstacles. Then you find the hotel. It has no parking spot. You end up parking in a small dingy garage (made only about 600 years ago) which involved a 200-point turn to get into. Then you drink a lot of beer.
The following day we drove across the highest motorway in Europe which stayed above 1km high for quite a long time! The scenery really was amazing. Then we arrived in Paris. We got stuck in a traffic jam. French drivers are ... ummm ... interesting. We didn't crash. We didn't even scratch the car! Finally we arrived to dump the car at the CDG airport which was closed. What a journey! Now we just have to find a way of getting to England, Wales and then back to Australia.
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Looks like you all bonded, though!
"Between the two I drove about 1100km from Barcelona to Paris". Very odd choice of units. People don't talk about one thousand kilo-somethings. You meant to write "Between the two I drove about 1.1 Mm from Barcelona to Paris".
I thought you were a scientist.
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