As it appears I have taken to journalising some of the more interesting moments of my holiday, I figured I’d take a moment this evening to jot down some of the bits that perhaps don’t warrant posts of their own.
Given the exceedingly good weather we’ve had over the past few days, the majority of our time has been sent sunning ourselves by the pool, however we have ventured out and about briefly.
French McDonalds and a Hyper-U
Our first short story takes place on the day of our trip to Oradour-ser-Glane, the site of a Nazi massacre during WW2. I’ve previously blogged about it, but didn’t mention our trip to McDonalds en Francais, and the Hyper-U.
The McDonalds is, as you would expect pretty similar to the McDonalds at home, but there were a few different items on the menu, including the 280 Burger (which was my choice) and the California Burger.
One of the most different parts was the table service. In McDonalds at home, you collect your food from the counter, yet in France, they bring it to you.
One of the other things we did that day was a trip to the Hyper-U. The Hyper-U was the biggest french super market I think I’ve ever been to. We plan to find another one tomorrow, so stay tuned for more information on French supermarkets…
Brantome and Not Kayaking
We’ve also recently taken a trip around a traditional French market, and then on to Brantome, where we Kayaked (sp?) and then had lunch.
I say we kayaked, I actually mean the majority of the rest of the group kayaked. I attempted to, but fate conspired against me, and I had to retire early.
This in itself is easier said than done. As it turned out, I had to abandon the kayak at the top of a wear, before casting the kayak down the wear, followed by the paddle, in order for another member of our party to embark the kayak and take it round the rest of the course.
I then had to swim from the wear across the river to climb out the other side of the river.
I’d like it to sound like I’m some kind of intrepid explorer, but in truth, it was a bit of a farce… As you can see below:
Following our exciting kayak adventure, we had lunch at a charming riverside cafe in Brantome. I had ‘Strasbourg Sausage’ which turned out to be a couple of hot dogs with sautéed potatoes and a side salad. It was delicious, but the uncontested highlight of the meal was a cafe au lait, which I have dubbed the BEST COFFEE EVER!!!!
It was genuinely the best coffee I have ever had.
To be honest, I don’t think there was anything particularly french about the fishing, other than the fact we were in France.
The Gite (sp?) we are staying in has its own fishing lake, which apparently holds over 1000 fish. Not that we caught any.
But it was a new experience, and one I enjoyed greatly.
We used peices of bread and old pizza as bait (this may explain why we didn’t catch anything, but the proprietor assured us it was ok!) and after a quick crash course we were casting out.
It may not have been the most exciting of fishing trips, but the company was good, and the weather (a large thunderstorm on the horizon) was incredible.
While nothing was caught, it was a lovely way to spend a couple of hours, and made a nice change from our usual evening routine of chit chat and board games or movies.
This holiday has seen a few new experiences now, for example, trying an Escargot which although not as horrid as first appear, is still an experience I don’t want to repeat too soon; and a growing fondness for red wine, which I am repeating nearly every night!
I sign off with four full holiday days remaining, and while I’m not ready for the inevitable return to work, I do feel more relaxed than I have done in a very long time.
I expect that by saturday morning, when we are setting off, we’ll be glad to be returning home, but also a little sad that our holiday is over.
I may sneak in another diary type entry of a blog post in before the end of the holiday; but if not, I plan on writing a brief review of the three or four books I’ve completed on my trip.
Until then, ta ta.
A Post Script, of sorts.
Technically, anything written digitally (blog posts, emails, and the like) doesn’t really require a post script as we know it, but here’s one anyway.
Below is the definition of a moment, stolen from the internet, that my good friend Matt has asked me to add. There is no real reason for this:
At last, a question to which a precise answer can be given! In the middle ages, an hour was considered to be made up of 40 minutes, with each minute divided into 40 moments. Disregarding the elastic notions of time then prevailing, and allowing 3,600 modern seconds to the hour, that gives us 90 seconds to each minute.