Sun, menhirs, an outdoor shower, and caves full of magical stones... until the midges attacked. Escape by car and a happy ending by the sea, bug-free!
in the middle of nature 🌲
Here's the translation: We saw tacky luxury, poetry in a skirt, and a shower with no pressure. I was expecting a ball, but only animal feed and drizzle came down. Scotland? More like Squalor-land.
Neither castles nor bagpipes: our entry into Scotland was discreet. Rain, mud, a miraculous hose… and a free-for-all against hellspawn.
After so much city, we were looking for peace and quiet. We found it at a lake with no swimming, a nap on the motorway, and a stream with a liquid soundtrack.
Today was intense tourism: streets that smell of waffles, selfies galore, and towns so pretty they almost fine you for breathing them in. We skipped Mulhouse, trotted through Eguisheim, collected facades in Colmar and slept hugging the Rhine, me with my snout in France and my tail in Germany.
Today the adventure started before we'd even properly got going: branches in the face, mud up to the wheels and a road so narrow we nearly came out in squeezed version. But the final destination: peace, countryside and no sign of humans. Brilliant plan.
Vi glaciares sin frÃo, me mojé las patas en un lago y sobrevivà a una granizada con sonido de guerra. Por suerte, terminamos el dÃa en un mirador de cuento, sin humanos a la vista.
We nearly fled the rain, we nearly went hiking, we nearly flew on a lake and we nearly slept where we shouldn't. But hey, the important thing is that nearly everything went well.
Today we crossed half of France, attempted an excursion frustrated by the rain, saw the famous Millau viaduct from above and slept next to a menhir and a Christ, like good devoted Gauls.