Shit happens
Read Ian McEwan
So how wet can you get? If you ask Margaret she'll tell you a story about a canal and a bike, well that was moist compared to 45km in an ever increasing down pour ref Ian McEwan and a bad day. When we got to Renne after cycling through sand/mud/gravel of the canal tow path we found the centre ville and no sign of a hotel. We eventually found the Tourist Information and asked for hotel information. The girl was excellent and found a hotel and telephoned to ensure it was twin bedded not double bedded. All OK. I handed her the credit card and it was so wet and I was dripping on her she had to dry it before inserting it into the machine.
We got to the hotel (still poring down) and the hotel was closed until for the next 2 hours!!! Had late lunch in dripping clothes and went back to hotel. Good news we got in and the receptionist had a great smile and amazing breasts.
Meal functional and a few beers constantly ensuring keeping dry and warm after a day of not warm and dry.
ps no photo to wet.
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About Us
- geoff
- Normal stuff really. Martyn left home we decided to go bimbling through Europe at a slow rate for a few years. Couldn't be bothered with all that airport, hotel nonsense so we thought we'd take our house with us. Well a 1926 Peniche or Katwijker (Dutch Barge to the uninitiated) to be precise and do a bit of ditch crawling. We stay for as long or as short a time as we like. The journey has no specific ending or route - there is no final port 'plaisance'. We stop somewhere for a day and it does turn into weeks or months. How long depends on what we find and how much we are enjoying it. There is always a day when we will feel the urge to move on, knowing that new adventures lie just round the next bend of the voie fluviale. For some part of our adventures I'm sure you will be there to share it with us.
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