The nicest things happen to me when I’m travelling. I meet interesting people, see sights at their best and even things that go wrong turn out for the best. (Breaking my leg in
I was waiting at the Tangier ferry port to go to Sete in the south of
You know those people you see setting the tables and putting out the deck chairs on posh boats and outdoor restaurants on the Continent? Well that was me! I left them three weeks later, having helped to paint the boat and do skivvy-type catering work whilst a group of American ‘personal chefs’ were cruised and pampered along the Canal. Apart from enjoying the best Cordon Bleu meals and (I’ll never buy cheap plonk again) really good wine, I was having yet another ‘time of my life’.
Onward and northward bound, I left the
All went well after I left Lyon except for a sudden return to winter and some wrong turnings. I’m sure
A week or so staying with my friend Catherine, another long-term motorcycle traveller, was fun in