Yes, we arrived in Germany. Reached our target of 525kms by mid-afternoon and decided to detour across the border from France to Germany. It had started to rain and David, very wisely I thought, decided we should stay in a hotel tonight rather than camp. With the help of our trusty little Sat-nav, we found an Etap hotel. Our room was identical to the one I had in Birmingham in April! I had been practising how to say “we would like a room please” in my best pigeon-German, but when we arrived in the hotel lobby, reception was closed and there was a machine which booked our room for us and gave us a code number to get into our room. Hours passed before we actually saw anyone! We opened the bubbly, and had a well-deserved nap. Sat-nav informed us that there was an Italian restaurant 0.6kms away so we changed the setting from “automobile” to “pedestrian” and off we went! Saarbrucken was deserted. I don’t know if it was a holiday yesterday like it is in the UK, but it was a ghost-town.
It is still raining now. And we have a puncture. All that good karma from yesterday has bitten us on the ass. And what with all our pruck in the back of the van, it’s too heavy for David’s multi-purpose 2-tonne jack to lift. I know, let’s call the AA. We spent 40 minutes on the phone trying to make the woman understand our predicament, and eventually she seemed to get it right at her end. Here we are, finally waiting for roadside assistance.
Sure, it’s all good fun.
1030. The nice man from the breakdown company has arrived. How I wish Monika my German teacher was here to help me tell him “our jack isn’t strong enough to lift the van”. Of course he would have brought his own jack if the incompetent AA woman had listened to David when he told her this in the first place …
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Oh dear :-(
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