It felt like just the right way to end our trip. The sun was out and the kids were playing. There was only one last push to be made to get home – all motorway and for now with no major incidents along the road forecast. So we did as you do – slowly.
We soaked up as much sun as we could and broke camp at a very, very measured pace. It was fine, though. Today was a public holiday in both the Netherlands and Germany – a day off for all of us. So we let the little ones roam free and explore. Number 3 tried for some jumping on the trampoline – but that will still take a bit longer to work for him.
We said our goodbyes and wished our friends well in all of their upcoming adventures. Thanks again for camping with us – from the Horizons Unlimited meetings we know how hard it feels to pack up the tent when home is so close.
We did manage to get on the road before lunchtime. The plan was to have Number 3 get in some sleep, eat and finish the rest of the trip with a bit more sleep. As it turned out, sleep would not be a problem. The wee one developed a bit of a fever during the morning and was flat out for 90% of the drive. Lunch was had at the customary crappy fast food franchise, something we managed to stay clear off for the last eight weeks.
At home, Flo’s sister was waiting for us to give us a hand. She had been keeping an eye on our flat for us. As it turned out, she did more than that – our whole flat was spick and span! That only added to the surrealness of the situation. It just feels weird to … have a house, things … a milk foamer.
That’s when catastrophy struck (at least a little bit). We managed to go thorugh the entire trip without any disaster, which started to make me itchy. In the very last moment, a second before falling onto the sofa with a cup of tea, Murphy reared his ugly head one final time. In the hustle and bustle of getting everything unloaded from the car and the little one entertained, my sister steam boiled her right hand over the kettle while trying to get a cuppa ready for us. So instead of the sofa, it was a trip to the ER that rounded out our day …
Today, the weather seemed to be okay. No more tent attacks were anticipated.
We got up
and somehow, breakfast just went on and on while we decided if we have enough
energy to move. Or just to make plans for today, really. It was very nice just
to sit and watch the kids.
Around 11
am, we’d decided to go on a short walk through the nature park today. However,
with lunch and kids’ naps coming up, we pushed it to the afternoon.
Flo made
another round of his silky scrambled eggs for lunch and then, it was bedtime
for a few of us. Number 3’s nap was rather short with 45min but Mini van
Bartang slept well over an hour and a half.
Afterwards,
it took two cars to transport four adults and two toddlers to the sand dunes in
the natural park near Harskamp. The landscape was surprisingly similar to the
Schwanheimer Dünen back home, probably as they are both relics from the ice
age.
There is a
restaurant close by where we headed for a drink after the walk. Well, a “drink”
turned into a piece of cake for me. XD We spent a good hour there just chatting
while the kids explored or munched on some raisins. And from here, we also went
straight to our restaurant for dinner. 🙂
The kids were really quite hungry so we opted for this early dinner. Flo and Peter both chose the three course menu so we enjoyed dinner and I even got a dessert that I didn’t order…ice cream with stroopwaffel.
Back at the tent, when both kids were asleep, we still sat and talked until the sun had gone down. What a great relaxed Sunday full of food and friends. 🙂
First order of business, breakfast, went pretty smoothly. We slept in late a bit – given that Number 3 had not had the best of nights. That came out just right, as packing for camping after a bit of a break can always be a little struggle, especially with new gear added into the mix. Nontheless, we took it slow and ate until a bit of a break in the rain seemed like the perfect opportunity to complete our little camp.
Our friends joined us for breakfast with fresh bread and a great attitude. Since Peter is running a shop aimed at (adventure) motorcyclists, he will be opening up today. Still, we had at least a good chunk of the morning for a couple of things.
Leonie, Peter and Mini van Bartang have a new, enormous tent. What nobody told me was that it was also a bit aggressive. Just when we thought it might actually be a good idea to peg it down before getting the rods in, it decided to viciously attack me with one of the metal loops (i.e. a gust of wind threw a corner at my head). I managed to turn a bit, but the impact left quite the bump, just sort of a cut. No baby was hurt though and this was the last bit of trouble while setting up.
Peter left for the shop around lunch time, leaving us to catch up with Leonie and sit out a good bit more of the bad weather. It was a wee bit too chilly until the sun came out to make it real cosy, but good company made up for it.
After the midday sleep for the kids, the winds picked up just before the weather got better. After 4 or 5 times of putting back single pegs for the awning tiedowns after a gust of wind we switched to soft soil pegs to cope with the wet and sandy pitch. All of this did not save me from a particular strong gust taking out the entire awning and sending one of the poles full speed into my head. This was the second tent attacking me in one day. This time, I was a bit dazed for a minute or so before we decided that it might just be too windy for the awning that afternoon. It was time for shopping anyway.
Later on, picking up Peter after he closed down the shop, we went out for dinner. Even though the Dutch are maybe a bit less enthusiastic to come up with veggie options for Nina, the result was great for all nontheless.
To round off the evening, we all sat down with a bunch of (non-alcoholic) beers. Other travelling friends we know came by to show their newly converted T4 camper and have a good old chat. All in all, this seems like just the right place to let out trip fade out …
The last
thing of our trip dawned on us: Drive to the Netherlands and visit dear friends
of ours for a couple of days before returning to Frankfurt in one go. Thus,
today was a driving day. We wanted to get from North-east France through
Belgium and into the Netherlands.
The sat nav
told us that it’s about 400km which is 50km more than we did on long driving
days so far. Better to get going then!
Despite the grey, low hanging clouds, we managed to pack everything dry. We had another hour to go in France which left plenty of opportunity to stop at one more Intermarché and buy some more pain au chocolat. In a combined effort we even got Number 3 to stay awake until we reached the supermarket so he could roam around before passing out in the car. So far, so good.
We made
good progress until Number 3 woke up and it was about lunch time anyway so we
stopped at a motorway rest. Having our own bread-and-cheese lunch felt slightly
odd but it was definitely tastier than the McDonald’s option of the rest stop.
Things
started to go slightly wrong from here. Back on the road, the ring road around
Antwerp, we were instantly in the first traffic jam. What had been an 8 minute
delay because of roadworks before we stopped for lunch was now a full blown
jam, probably with an extra accident thrown in just for fun. It took
f.o.r.e.v.e.r. For the next 45 minutes, we drove maybe 15 kilometers. The sat
nav found other ways for us, off the motorway, but these started to clog up
quickly as well and they also had roadworks. Baby was not amused with the whole
situation and started screaming on top of all the other stress we already
experienced.
Finally,
finally, we were through this blockage and back on the road. However, Belgium
had two more traffic jams for us and the Netherlands one small one. If you are wondering,
why we were in so many of them…yes, traffic around the big cities is usually
bad. However, we chose the Friday before a long weekend for our longest driving
day so really, we should have known better.
Instead of arriving around 4pm, we met our friends at 5.30pm, dead tired and stressed out. Things got a lot better from here on out. We spent most of the evening at out friends’ flat, meeting their little boy (to be known as Mini van Bartang) and just generally catching up and eating pizza. Back at the camp site, we set up in record time and were in bed by 9pm.
There was a
storm warning for this part of the Netherlands for the evening and night. Just
in case, we left it to the tent and storm cover, planning to set up full camp
tomorrow.
Our last real day in France – and last rest day before we shift gears one more time. Oh, and also 75th anniversary of the invasion of Normandy. Glad we did not take that route 😉 – security procedures must be a nightmare. While the world leaders played politics with remembrance, we had much smaller goals for the day.
Actually, apart from taking a final breather, there was really only one thing: To organise bread for lunch or dinner. Everything else would fall into place. So I brushed up my limited French to work on the owners and find out how we could get some bread without taking the car. My idea was to go on a very small hike to a restored old mill and bakery nearby, but that one it turned out only opens twice a month. The 45 minute walk into the next village seemed a bit much, so I tried for bicycles instead. Once I finally had communicated the reasoning for all this questing, I got the offer to get some bread from the lady of the house and save me the trouble. Fine by us!
Weather is
still a mixed bag, but for most of the day it stayed dry, even sunny at times.
It still took until the afternoon to get comfortably warm outside. So much so
in fact that my winter coat that I took as a last minute addition got dusted
off once more by Nina (who from there on out had a big grin on her face and
said something about walking around in a blanket …).
That was
it, really. By the afternoon, we had the campground almost to ourselves. Once the
lawn mowing and hedge trimming had stopped, we got to fully soak in the tranquil
and beautiful place all around us. The day slipped by and we soaked in the last
bit of sunshine and afternoon warmth with another cup of tea / coffee.
Oh yeah – and I got a sunburn. Ridiculous, the rainiest day in a long time, but that’s what we whiteys get for skipping the sunscreen.
Number 3
didn’t ruin yet another set of clothes while we packed. 😉 Luckily, the morning
weather was fine again so that we didn’t have to pack our things wet.
Today was
another short day, as in only 200km to the next camp ground. Flo had found
another rustiek kamperen close to the Belgian border where we will spend our
rest day if it is nice. I’ve decided against camping in Belgium for one night…somehow
I wasn’t mentally prepared for yet another country (and thus another post card
to Aaron. It’s important to keep one’s promises) and I really wanted to take
advantage of French patissieries and boulangeries longer.
The road
was much less pleasant than yesterday, way more like a regular motorway.
However, Number 3 had troubles staying asleep so we stopped at a rest stop
after just an hour on the road. Given how he’s walking around with the zipper
of his jacket in his mouth, the new tooth can’t be that far off anymore. Flo
wasn’t so sure what to do with today, as we would arrive on the camp ground at
lunch time if we kept going now. So we looked at the map and realized there was
at least one more town called Abbeville we’d go to (well, mostly around) so I
suggested eating out for lunch. French food is almost always a good idea.
Flo checked
online for an eatery and found “Chez Mel” which was added as a destination. We
arrived about 10 minutes before it opened so I got to go to a bakery and buy
sweet treats for the afternoon tea that we planned to have on the camp ground.
French bakeries are heaven. Or really close most of the time. Even Flo found
treats to his liking and he doesn’t even have a sweet tooth. So we left with a
bag of four treats and a hungry toddler who had pointed on almost every treat
in the shop, making chewing sounds.
“Chez Mel”
turned out to be a creperie. I went for a savoury one with goat’s cheese, honey
and walnuts while Flo chose the decadent meaty version that was rolled up,
dunked in creamy sauce and then put back into the oven with cheese on top.
We all
enjoyed the meal and being somewhere dry when the rain returned. Now we just
needed another short stop to pick up fresh bread before heading right to the
camp ground. We arrived there before 3pm. It’s a tiny camp ground with maybe 15
spots all in all. The owners, a lovely French couple, were like “oh non, la pluie”
and “le bébé” and just really a bit flustered that we wanted to camp in the
rain. They spoke literally no English. But, they gave us the prettiest camp
spot we could have asked for. With a little pause in the rain, we set up
everything dry and then cuddled up in the tent for a bit. But Number 3’s mind
of an explorer couldn’t be contained for long so he was dressed in his rain
coat and wandered around in the rain however much he liked.
Oh, we even
had time to tuck into those treats … the French, they got pastries right down …
Once again,
we started the day with a bit of indecision about the immediate next steps:
Stay and spend our rest day here? Move on? No rest day but super short days
instead? It actually took us all of 10 minutes of pulling off our chateau camp
(so no rest day today) to make up our minds.
I briefly brought
up the option of visiting Versailles. Paris we wanted to avoid for several
reasons, but maybe a one-day sightseeing stop the day after tomorrow? In the
end, we decided against it – the weather was the biggest factor – I had seen it
once in the rain, only a sunny day would do for making a detour worth it. Plus,
avoiding Paris’ traffic and potential Gilets Jaunes disruptions was definitely
a factor.
Lacking a
good target in the area we wanted to end up in tonight, we took sort of the
best path avoiding Paris on a northern route and aimed for a “regular”
campground with good google ratings.
We were
really quite pleasantly surprised by the route we ended up on. It really had
this road trip feel to it, where making distance is sort of first priority, but
the landscape zooming past is part of the experience. Rural France can be quite
enchanting. The N-routes took us past most villages, but through enough that it
had far less of the sterile feel of toll motorways.
A great but
slightly too sunny lunch spot was easily found just by the road – a little
artificial lake. Same goes for our coffee break at 2, just stopping in a picturesque
village square and dropping into the local café for a bit of a booster and some
local colour.
The
campground was nothing to write home about – but it had a picnic table ready for
us, saving some time. The real event of the evening was the thunderstorm
hitting us right after arrival, with just enough time to set up the tent and
get the storm cover, literally seconds before a good old summer storm hit us.
Number 3 was a little scared in the beginning but it got better fairly quickly
while we all cuddled in the tent.
It even got
a bit sunny after that and Number 3 managed to wear through two sets of
clothing jumping into puddles and exploring before the sun came out again. He
finished his day off with a round on the playground, impressing us once more
with his motor skills and fearlessness. Early bed time it was for us. With
little happening today, it still felt like a good day. Just the three of us, in
tune with the road and ourselves.
Today was
all about keeping it up. A steady pace north-northeast. Chipping away at the
last 1100 km to our final “sight”. I think we mentioned that we will round off
our trip with a visit of dear friends and fellow travellers in the Netherlands.
We managed to sort the details out last night as well, so the goal is set: To
the camp in the Netherlands by Friday night – spend a long weekend camping with
friends and then swat down the last 350km home in one go on Monday. All we need
to do now is fill in the blanks in between.
Our first
idea: push and rest, was less to our liking than we thought. So today, we
changed tack a bit and only tackled 250km to the next campground. We are not
planning on any more sightseeing in France, but try to find nice campgrounds
instead to make this more than a just a drudge to get where we are going.
[and this
is where I (Flo) realise that I am writing for the wrong day. So off to Nina, I
do day 49 now. This is what you get for letting the Blog slip]
We left the
camp ground to make our way to another rustiek kamperen later on tonight. 250km
is really just half a day of travelling. Nothing of note happened before lunch
when Flo found a lovely little secured place where we unpacked the chairs and
dug into food. Number 3 explored a bit more; he really likes to walk around
after sitting in the car for a while.
The drive after lunch wasn’t even long enough for Number 3 to fall asleep. We arrived at 3pm, set up and had coffee and tea respectively. This camp ground was on the “lawn” next to a small “castle”. It’s a really pretty sight with slightly less space and privacy we’ve had the night before. We used the extra time on the camp ground to exhale, enjoy the sight and plan a bit further. Unfortunately, the weather seems to turn for the last couple of days as more rain and thunderstorms are forecast.
[oh, and Flo did some GPS stuff and “fixed” his shoes]
That was it
then – with our lovely riverside camp in the mountains, we felt like we had our
fill with Spain for now. A brief debate whether to go for one more round of
sightseeing in San Sebastian or take more time on our way back was quickly
settled in favour of the latter. Anything but a rush now.
So off we
went. Right away, we have to re-learn the doing distance part again. Fuel is a
lot cheaper in Spain and the car was in dire need of a bit of a rinse after a
bunch of dirt roads had left their dusty mark. So we stopped, before the
border, not even 45 minutes in. So far so good, but Number 3 had already fallen
asleep and his uncanny butt-sensor detected the stop right away. The rest of
the pre-lunch drive portion was therefore a bit less quiet than we had hoped
for. Oh, and I fumbled and got the wrong fuel (98 octane), so the whole saving
money idea did not work out either. Thus, we left Spain.
Lunch was a
nice change. We stopped in Bayonne and found a good spot near their
fortifications not 5 minutes off the main road. We were at that point still on
the “avoid toll roads” setting, which lead us through a lot of densely settled
areas. But the spot was good, a lot of green for Number 3 to run around and get
some pent-up energy out of his system.
After that,
we gave up and opted for the 10 € toll to get us to Bordeaux – there is just no
good alternative route. We went past and finally turned off to more rural
highways to find our camp for the night. Another Rustiek Kamperen site, this
was right up there again. It felt more like camping in a park, with trees
dotted around a nice lawn and a distinct lack of fencing.
To top the
night off, a Canadian overlander turned up on his 1200 GS. He gave me a good
reason to open that bottle of Rioja that we picked up in the last Spanish
supermarket and have a pleasant bit of shop talk.
We got our
little revenge on the Frenchmen in the morning. Number 3 woke up at 7am,
punctual as always. There is no such thing as “keeping quiet” when you have a
toddler. The Frenchmen however didn’t even show their faces before we left at
10 am.
The Rioja
valley got a bit more of our attention before we will wave goodbye to Spain
tomorrow. LaGuardia was only a short, but lovely drive away. Too early for
lunch, a bit too expensive for coffee. Walking around the narrow alleys,
looking into doorways with heavy doors and amazing spaces inside was a good way
to spend time here though. It’s a very pretty, walled little town. To get through
the remaining time until lunch, we had another little treat in a bakery.
From
Laguardia, we drove on to Logroño, the next bigger town. Lunch here came
recommended by our guide book, still it was too early for it. The Spanish
opening hours around 1 or even 1.30pm really get to us. So we went grocery
shopping before finding a parking spot in a central garage and headed into
town. The first place we went to was smack in the middle of everything. Now, I
could tell that it was Saturday: Town was full of people enjoying food, even a
couple of hen and stag dues, I think. The menu looked as if not a single
vegetarian thing was offered so Flo made us turn around and try the next place.
The next
place was literally called “Umm”. Despite the odd name, it was a great place! I
went straight up to the counter to ask for vegetarian food and the second
waitress (the first one didn’t speak English) came up with an option for me. It
was a mix of caramelized onions, pickled onions and peppers and it tasted
great! In the pintxo version, it had a piece of meat but it tasted great on its
own.
Flo tried two of the daily pintxos with fish, I had their version of patatas bravas, then crème brulee, then Flo ordered one more pintxo from the kitchen (fried pig’s ear, by our guesses) and we had deconstructed cheese cake and coffee in the end. XD And all of that for 23€. Gotta love pintxos and small sized portions…you get to try so many different things!
With this great success under our belts, we left the Rioja valley and turned our faces towards France. We won’t reach it today but it’s the general direction here on out. The camp ground was about a 2 hour drive away, up in the hills. Number 3 and myself fell asleep on the way there (food coma in my case…) but woke up before we arrived at the camp ground. The last 20km or so were windy roads up the hills, right next to a small river. It made for a picturesque drive and then our camp ground was right next to the river as well.
When we
explored the place a bit after “coffee”, we found an access to the river where
all the kids from the camp ground were playing in the water. Number 3 looked
like he wanted to go where all the kids were and started to walk right into the
water in his sandals. Thus, Flo took off his shoes and prepared Number 3 for
contact with water. One of the older girls came up and said something about “muy
frio”, just when Flo put Baby’s feet into the water. The expected scream of
protest didn’t come. Huh? Instead, Number 3 kept walking forward, deeper into
the water. Soon, his diaper and body were almost in so Flo quickly picked him
up. Now there was a scream of protest. Huh? Flo had confirmed that the water
was really rather cold and Number 3 was a wuss even in the pools on camp
grounds but now he wanted to go swimming in a cold mountain river? The answer
was yes. What was lacking every time Flo tried the pool with him was available
here in abundance: Older kids doing all sorts of interesting things with toys
and tools. Number 3 was ready to get up to his neck into really cold water for
that. We didn’t let him get into it that deep. Luckily, some of the older kids
took pity and showed him what they were doing in the shallower part of the
river. They had small nets and caught fish into a Barbie bucket. The oldest
girl even got one of the fish out to show it to Number 3.
In the evening, some of the kids went to the camp ground’s playground so Number 3 had even more chances to absorb them. I thought he’d sleep well after all the input but he woke up again 30 minutes after he went to sleep. Probably his teeth again. He seemed to really be in pain. That last molar is taking its bloody time.
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