Day 2 - Riqueval, Troyes and Les Gets
The first night sleeping in the newly converted Defender was a really surprisingly good one. However, that could easily have been just from how tired we were after an insane amount of winding around backroads with our erratic satnav. Turns out you can’t put in place names when in Europe, just ‘point on map’ so there is a lot of guess work going to happen over the next few weeks!
A bit of a rainy start, but kind of beautiful across all the flat plains of northern France as we dropped down into the Champagne region.
After some slight detours (e.g. an excited spot of a sign for ‘Brie 2km’ - turns out, actually where Brie comes from) Reims was the first major city we headed through and immediately drove up a ‘Bus only’ lane, followed by a ‘Taxis and mopeds only’ area in front of the city Police station. Fingers crossed they don’t have camera systems like in the uk... the Landrover is basically a bus anyway though right?
Now actually driving in Daylight and getting some miles (sorry, kilometres in Europe of course) covered, its pretty impressive how much solar, wind and general ‘eco’ stuff France has got going on. The picture here looks just like a plain bridge, but is actually a nature bridge so Deer & other wildlife can cross over without having to risk the road, linking two huge swathes of forest. More of this in the UK please!
And of course, a photo of some Champagne vine fields... after a while of this, we managed to reach a city called Troyes at around Lunchtime, perfect for a stop off, and it turned out to be a beautiful one!
The medieval centre of the city was the most stunningly wonky and erratic place ever, all wood and lamps. Despite the cloud there was something really warm about the place, I think I just like anything built out of wood (Olly).
Ellie taking some pictures in the ‘Alley of the Cats’, so narrow at the top that Cats used to jump from the windows across the street.
This was a long long day, so driving swapped around a couple of times as we hit the road again, heading further south, through Dijon and on towards Geneva to make up time.
Somewhere in the foothills of the Alps, around 10 hours in to the days driving, Olly needed a coffee, and Faron (landrover) was getting a bit warm. N.B. NOT OVERHEATING or breaking down, he’s 21 and 10 hours in a lot of driving, poor guy needed a breather so we popped his bonnet and had a rest for a little while before the last hour and a half up and into Les Gets. A joyful discovery today was that the supposedly amazing travel bank card we have which is apparently accepted anywhere that takes Mastercard, is not accepted anywhere that takes Mastercard. Awkward toll booth queue whilst we fumbled around to get through.
Something Olly definitely didn’t do whilst driving was take a load of long exposure photos to pass the time.
At long long last, around 1.30am, we arrived in Les Gets at Olly’s godfathers Chalet for a couple of nights. Super super lucky to be allowed to stay here, such a beautiful place, time for a relax after some crazy hours driving (you can almost see the relief on Faron’s face) and also time for some bikes...