An interesting experience, fuelling the RV. For one thing, it has to be a fuel station that is wide enough between rows of pumps and ideally, one which is drive-through. This one was except that the drive through bit was rather on the narrow side, although there was an open gate just at the back of us which would take us straight back onto the road. So I explained to the nice lady on the till that this is how we would leave and that I would come and pay her when we had filled up, rather than attempt to squeeze past her kiosk and she readily understood the logic of that.
It's amusing to watch people's reactions to this beast of the road. Some squint at it sideways, pretending that they are not really looking at all, while others apparently ignore it completely, which does make one wonder about the results of their last field vision test, and some just gaze open-mouthed. You can almost lip read their thoughts.
"What do 'e think he'm doing bringin' that thing down they narrow roads, then?" (Imagine the broad Bristolian accent if you will.)
Then there was the young lady who pulled up right behind us just as Keith was about to reverse. I signalled to her that we needed to back out and she looked at me in disbelief, before reluctantly backing her car about two feet. Eventually, the penny dropped and she reversed some more and drove over to the next row of pumps, possibly helped in her decision by Keith revving the engine as if he intended to gently edge her out of the way if she didn't move quick sharp.
All good fun!
Tomorrow, we're off back to France and Giles is looking after the house and - I hope - keeping my potatoes and tomatoes watered, if the rain doesn't do it for him.
6 comments:
Bon chance and all that good stuff.
Post often with lots of piccies please. Especially when you get the MH to a McDonalds drive through (cuisses de grenouille et pommes frites s'il vous plait - et supersize les)
Hey does taking your motorised behemoth abroad constitute moving house ?
Jenny, I just forced the spectacles upon Mum's face (she doesn't even recognise her own family without them !) and showed her your new motor home on t'internet. Her glasses almost fell off her nose as she jumped back in her seat and shouted "Good God ! She's a rum bugger, isn't she ! Mind you, I don't bloody blame her !" (Welsh translation = I think you have the approval of 'Chez Matthias' !) Happy travelling x Craigy Baby !
It's like a scene out of "The Grapes of Wrath". Bon vacances deux! I hope the French peasantry have been informed of the forthcoming deuxieme invasion.
Qu'est-ce que c'est le RV? (since everyone else has gone all Franglais on me) Comme un Beetlebus, mais plus grand? Ou quoi?
I don't know what RV stands for but it looks like one of those big caravany type thing that round here usually seem to be driven by germans so it should stand you in good stead for an unimpeeded advance through france jenny
I know now! It means Recreational Vehicle! (Thank you, Silverback.) And "big caravany type thing" is what it's like, Mr Clewley. I think the driven-by-Germans part of the definition is optional.
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