|Camping du Lac Pouzauges|
After a couple of tense minutes Cleopatra was back on the tarmac road and we mulled over what to do.
|The bar looked neglected|
The 25 meter cable just reached and I was just sighing with relief when I lifted the lid and saw an unfamiliar socket. Helpfully, many French campsites have non-standard hookup sockets. Fortunately we had the adapter needed in the van and we were soon connected.
Rose, one of the English site owners came over after around fifteen minutes. She was very chatty and we began to get cold from having the van open for so long. Establishing that we'd complete a site administration form for collection in the morning, and that she would put the hot water on a timer for 8.30am, she left us to it.
|Playing Ticket to Ride|
So not the greatest start to our first European adventure, but somehow we were able to laugh about it and drown our sorrows with a few glasses of wine and a game of Ticket to Ride before bed.