Saturday, September 20, 2008
This was a pretty boring day on our trip. We had decided to leave behind Orpierre, which had become genuinely sunny, so that we didn't arrive at Fontainebleau on a Sunday and have to deal with French closed shops. Additionally, we had run out of 5.10s to do at Orpierre that were listed in our guidebook, and I don't think either Nick or I felt like working hard on 5.11s there. So in the morning, Nick packed up and fed me breakfast and lunch while I took photos and goofed off. I did take charge of the tent poles, though.
So, from there, it was a loooong drive back to Fontainebleau. This time was more boring than the trip down from Fontainebleau because I didn't really sleep for any of it, so I was just awake and sitting there. We also didn't stop once -- we were initially planning to, but then we decided we wanted to make it there before 7 so that we could get food before things started to close. So I got bored and took pictures from in the car.
Some of the area near Orpierre was pretty nice because we weren't on the highway yet. We even saw hangliders. And I got to see a lot of the rock in the area, much of which looks like it should have some good climbing on it.
By the time we started getting close to Fontainebleau, though, things started getting pretty boring. Because we were on the highway, there weren't even any concerns about Nick accidentally getting on the wrong side. By the way, he only did that once this trip, and very briefly. It was after we left the Formule 1 on the morning we went to the Camargues and the Pont du Gard. When we turned out of the hotel, I turned on my iPod and started giving a speech about how much I liked it while Nick happily drove down the little suburban road towards the first rotary we hit. He didn't realize he was going on the wrong side until his GPS indicated that he was supposed to go around the rotary in the opposite direction from where he was pointing. Whoopsies. We didn't crash into anyone, but I think the car that was in the rotary when we got there that saw Nick looking as if he was going to drive into it the wrong way (he didn't) was probably concerned. But so anyways, nothing exciting was happening on this highway drive except occasional really expensive tollbooths that Nick was still not great at getting close enough too. Boring. Also, I have been wondering about this lump on my left foot for a while. You can see it in the foot picture. It's just a random lump on top of the foot that doesn't hurt at all, but doesn't look like it should be there. My right foot doesn't have a matching one. Does anyone have any thoughts about it?
So we got to the campsite just after the campground office had closed at 8 (we were there at like 8:03). So initially the plan had been for me to hide in the car while Nick paid for one, but because the office was not-very-open I had to go up too in case we had to explain things in French. Then a person showed up at the office, so I wandered over to the pizza guy who apparently comes to the Fontainebleau campground on Saturday nights in a little pizza van to sell pizza -- which was our dinner plan.
French pizza is interesting: first of all, they tend to put the toppings under the cheese, rather than on top of it. Second of all, ham seems to be their pepperoni. Like, every single pizza option seemed to involve jambon, but there was no pepperoni option. Unless the French word for pepperoni is really weird and unrecognizable, which I doubt. So we got a jambon pizza with the ham baked under the cheese.
So we were happily back in the Fontainebleau campground and in the tent-in-the-puddle site again. Success!
No comments:
Post a Comment