Packed my bike into a bike bag for the first time, hope its going to be treated well! Adrian has taken his bike abroad on numerous occasions so knows the routine. Dropped my bike with Adrian and arrange to meet en route to Liverpool airport. Slipped out of meeting with some European engineers and the holiday is about to begin.
Parked up in the car park, not under the lamp posts, I have seen the treatment that seagulls deliver to unsuspecting drivers. First coffee and cake break of the holiday as we wait for the final call on Easyjet flight. Great flight and we split up, I go to collect both bikes and Adrian rushes off to get to the front of the hire car queue.
I call Adrian to find out where he is, I am in the hire car carpark and he isn’t to be seen. He eventually turns his mobile on to find messages and texts. He is waiting for me in the car park. Unfortunately we are in different countries! He is in the right one - I am not happy!
We meet up not quite the arm in arm rejoice but at least we are in the same place at the same time now. Bikes loaded into 5 door car so no need to use the inflatable roof rack. Departing the French side in Geneva, we should have read the instructions as we didn’t turn to go back through the border and have a 45 minute detour on the French side of the border rather than racing along the motorway. Back on track just 30 minutes behind where we should have been, stopped to buy food and drink at the supermarket on the way to Bourg.
The trip to the campsite passes uneventful and we spot the hotel with the same name and nip down the lane and in through the exit, Adrian really must learn this right side driving. Priority is to get pasta on, wine open and then to unpack the bikes. The bikes are spotless, just like the pasta plates some hours later and third cake of the day we are packed and ready for an early start.