Been awhile

26 Sep

A bit late to be talking about the summer hols, but seeing as I haven’t posted in awhile I thought tales of midnight driving and weird toll systems might be amusing.
The title? Oh well, it could mean I haven’t been on here for awhile but what I really meant was I haven’t been out of the country in awhile. 3 years in fact. So when big sis had this grand idea for the whole family, kids ‘n’ all, to holiday in the south of France who was I to say no?

I tend to take a relaxed approach to planning a holiday, my wife calls it laziness though I beg to differ. Why take the fun and adventure out of a holiday? Nothing gives me more irritation than having to make lists and write labels. Well, maybe not as much as being proved wrong and having her give me the ‘told you so’ look.

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The first signs of trouble came with getting passports, especially now that Nigeria has entered the terrorism market. My son’s passport application that was made months in advance ended up arriving the day before we left, and that after having to go through two different guarantors plus two trips to the photo booth. No it is NOT a cinch trying to get a toddler to sit still so his image conforms with the strict UKPA standards. I still haven’t figured out why they make you go to so much trouble and then

send a dodgy photocopy of the picture to a guarantor to identify. Don’t they know black people’s features don’t show up pretty good in photocopies? If you’re from the UKPA and you’re reading this I’d be more than happy to give you an extra photo next time; those three other copies always end up at the back of the drawer anyway.

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Though the sisters decided to fly I opted to drive with the family instead, it’s only 9 hours right? That’s like what, Lagos to Kaduna? Well the real reason was my mañana approach to booking ahead, meant there were no more affordable flights so we had to take the car.
Turned out to be a brilliant decision as the views along the way were breathtaking, (and my sisters luggage went AWOL) what with the viaducts towering over small villages nesting in the hills, the mist turning landscapes into oriental style paintings and the occasional “look daddy! A cow!” coming from the back of the car.

notredameDriving meant we could afford a stopover at Rouen to break the journey and give me time to recharge my batteries. The kids? They run on solar power, as long as it’s daylight outside you can’t stop ‘em.

Only downside was booking into the Novotel Rouen Normandie on Quai de Boisguilbert, situated down by the port. Don’t get me wrong, the room was fine and more than adequate for the four of us, they even had a microwave! I just couldn’t understand the logic of a hotel that didn’t cater
Ah yes, the microwave. for anything but breakfast.

OK that aside I couldn’t understand the logic of a hotel that allows you to book on-line at one price and then charges you another when you turn up after driving for almost 3 hours with a tired family in tow.

“Sorry sir, you need 2000 avios points to be able to get that price.”

Would make sense if the site had at the very least told me that at the time of booking, or if they’d thought about it, checked my points balance before providing a quote. A whole month later I’m still waiting for a sensible reply, so far they’ve sent me an email apologising for my ‘experience’ but nothing much else. Continental style customer service.

The next day we took our time before setting off on the next leg of the journey; a trip to the town centre where we took in the amazing Notre Dame Cathedral and narrow market street full of stalls selling fresh French pastries. Sterling exchanged, tank filled we continued south towards Le Mans stopping now and then to make sure we’re (OK, I was) on the right route; the car sat nav went as far as the UK and Ireland so not much help.

PeagePaiementI couldn’t understand how the tolls worked either. The first charged us 7 Euros the next almost 30 Euros! The annoying thing about the second one was I made a wrong turn and to put it right I had to go round a roundabout. Only problem was the toll gate that materialised  just before the roundabout. I tell a lie, the other problem was we’d run out of euros and the damn thing wasn’t accepting our debit cards. I’d love to repeat the conversation we had but neither one of us could understand what the other was saying. All those lessons I’d received from Elodie at Benugo on conversational French came to nothing. We parted with £25 which was more than it should have been in euros and continued the journey.

As if that excitement wasn’t enough, we were 34 miles away from Le Pas Opton, our destination, with only 30 miles of fuel left in the tank and no fuel station between the two. That bit of information I thought I’d keep to myself as I could tell my wife was getting really nervous.

34 miles later we arrived at the resort so I went to pick up the keys and was meant to follow one of the coordinators on a bicycle to our living quarters. However, when got back to the car surprise, surprise, the car wouldn’t start. Wouldn’t even turn over.

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky though. That’s good, right?

Next episode: Ice-cream, near drowning and smelly cheese.

5 Responses to “Been awhile”

  1. Clara September 26, 2013 at 10:52 pm #

    Oh you took your time, yes I agree we need to break the story into at least four chapters:-) what a holiday it was interesting , just waiting for easy jet to compensate us for the four day luggage delay I am sure they went to nice or Malta :-)

  2. Bobby Udoh September 26, 2013 at 10:57 pm #

    Loved it, totally. Welcome back to the blog world

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