things that go bump in the night
“It’s going to be a great spot to catch the sunrise,” Jgirl14 correctly informed us before going to bed last night, and in preparation she set the alarm and kept the camera at the ready. The rest of us slept on.
But then we had a good excuse. Not long after turning the lights out, a car had skidded onto the gravel on the wrong side of the road just down the hill, screeching to a halt. Looking out the window, we saw a young lady walking up the middle of the road, obviously upset, shouting something we couldn’t quite hear or presumably understand. It was one of those times that we didn’t know whether to intervene or ignore – she sounded angry rather than injured. Following soon after, a clearly drunk man staggered offering ceaseless English-with-European-accent promises, “I’ll be careful, believe me, believe me.” For some time they conversed and we retreated behind our blind. The upset, but sensible lady must have walked off, though we are not sure where to, and the increasingly desperate man shouted into the clear night air, “Angelina! Angelina! Angelina!”
Thinking it would not be easy to fall asleep, we accomplished the impossible.
And woke up, well after Jgirl14, thinking of another late night conversation we had witnessed. We had thought it would be hard to sleep that time too, but we managed then too!
Muffled whispers slowly increased in volume until they were loud enough for us to realise that although we were lying beside a German canal, the voices were being exchanged in our mother tongue.
”I’ll bring the package after midnight.”
”OK I’ll be waiting.”
”Will you be OK?”
”It’s been too long, but I’ll be ready.”
It sounded sinister! Guarding our volume much more carefully than our visitors were, we considered whether we were pretending to sleep beside a drug exchange or not! Listening more carefully, we discovered the two guys were downright strange. They talked of their salvation experiences, “seeing the light”. They surmised sleeping beside “those two vans” would be the safest. The one leaving to pick up the package warned the remaining one, who laid his bicycle on the hard ground and then followed suit with his body, to “be careful”. With a final reassuring “I’ll be back”, the package-giver-to-be left.
At that point we were not overcome by sleep! Indeed, we were both wide awake when he returned. Although we could not see, he apparently handed over the package wrapped in a (presumably brown) paper bag. It rattled and then with a mouth full of sardine sandwich the vagabond uttered his sincerest thanks for the offering. A few more “be carefuls” followed and we all drifted into sleep, those of us inside presumably much more comfortable than the gypsy on his concrete bed. Bizarre things happen under the cover of darkness!
We might have missed the sunrise, but Jgirl14 didn’t.
If there were not pictures to prove it we would have struggled to believe it could have been so beautiful – by the time we awoke, a thick miserable mist had blown in, completely obscuring the sea and even the nearby headland from view.
But believing the scorching sun would burn it off, we drove down into the grey to a campground on the beach. Signs declared it to be full, but we sent our French speaker (that would be Grandpa) to ask if that’s really what they meant, and we were told to wait. From the van I could understand the hand signals – you’ll be able to get two spots, but not together, you’ll just have to look, and please keep right. Grandpa confirmed this to be true. Thankfully we found two parks within shouting distance, more or less across the “road” from each other. But before we had even set up camp, another van pulled out and we were able to reposition ourselves right next to the sand dunes, side by side, with tarpaulin and baby wrap augmenting the shade from the awning, a very pleasant outdoor living space created between our vehicles.
It really could not be more idyllic. Well, I guess it could be. But it would seem we have made the transition to European motorhoming; being used to kiwi-style camping which includes as standard both grass and trees, initially we had looked for similar places, sometimes feeling a bit disappointed at the sparse use of green underfoot. But now we are accustomed to laying out our fake grass green carpet on gravel, and not minding that there is no canvas flapping or beach nearby. Of course, this time is different – we ARE at a beach, but there is still no grass and the few trees are on the the wrong side of the sun to afford any protection. We’re in a metal and gravel jungle, but as I say, we’ve made the transition and it seems perfectly idyllic. Besides, there might be close to 150 campervans in this park, but we have the prime spot right on the beach.
As we settled down for lunch a farmer’s wife came honking through the park – on offer were fresh breads, croissants, chocolate pastries, small cheeses, salami (choose as big a piece as you like), tomatoes, lettuce, freshly dug potatoes, watermelon, grapes, peaches, apricots…..this is not a difficult difference to get used to!
By mid-afternoon Rob was appreciating the security this park will provide: “We’ll leave the windows wide open tonight!” he declared to shouts of approval from everyone who heard him. No more closing them up for safety in spite of the temperature. There’ll be no strange noises this night.
Time on the road: not long!
Distance covered: 10km
Tags: 2008/09, children, housing, postcard: France, postcard: Germany, weather
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