We were driving and driving and driving deeper into a valley in the Pyrenees looking for somewhere to camp. It was getting darker and darker, when we pulled up into a quaint inn at the side of the road. It was dark inside and we hollered a little at the bottom of a set of stairs when a lady appeared stroking her dog. We asked in our best french whether she knew of a camping site nearby. 'Non'. Ok then, we then continued to explain we had all of our own equipment and would not need any facilities. 'aaaah, savage, oui c'est possible'. It was ok to camp 'savage' for one night in the Pyrenees. She explained that we were welcome to drive behind her property over a little bridge where we may find something suitable.
Yes very suitable!!!!!!!
Yummy Dinner!
Making Peppermint Tea in the morning...mmmm.
3 comments:
So nice to see the photos after hearing the story!!! Looks gorgeous!!!! Clar eXX
Hey! You're alive! Very jealous of everything, especially the surfing, frenching, climbing, karaoking (?), and other inging stuff.
More photos! More commentary! I'm trying to live my desktop life through your stories.
News from home: Ummm.... nothing. You haven't missed a thing since Renu crashed the motorbike.
Say hi to Africa for me.
Dave
Some bloke named Ken just rang my work phone, looking for you (Nat). Said it was a personal matter and hung up. Why do I keep getting calls for you? Who are these people? Can I help them or are they creditors and mafia you left the country to avoid?
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