After the arduous climb Nantua was like an oasis. The small town
nestled in the valley with dramatic high cliffs on all sides. The lake was aqua
marine and looked extremely inviting. On arrival we quickly established that
the book of lies (the camping car guide) had actually called this one
correctly. After a brief moment of indecision we decide to go to the parking
and overnighting area on the other side. (Still only a 10 minute trek into Town
though). This turns out to be a good call. There is room for 15 or so campers
and we get a slot. A little squashed in but the view was jaw dropping. The lake
was not 20ft from the back of the van. We quickly decide that weather
permitting we will stay here for a few days.
FCVT's are performing as normal. Extremely close proximity to the
others allows us to further study the behaviour of this strange being. More on
this later.
Jon and Moo quickly settle into life on the lake. Moo has some slight
issues regarding people getting into the water without his consent and spends
his entire time on red alert, ears pricked, awaiting the latest splash. On
hearing anything that remotely sounds like someone getting in he’s on the case
like the Hoff in his finest red bikini moments. Moo to the rescue! Neighbouring
campers amused, fishermen not so much.
Unfortunately Moo was not on hand when Jon was attacked by Nantua
Nessie. Oh for a fishing rod that could have caught the thing! Jon and Nessie
both come away, equally startled, equally unscathed. Moo disgruntled to have
missed out.
The evening brings us our first encounter with ‘Brits on tour’
fail 1. Their ice breaker was to ask if they could BBQ Moo, followed by a
‘bless you’ on hearing Noush’s full name (Anouska). Noush at this point
somewhat annoyed. What follows is an interlude of such painful one-upmanship,
excruciating chippy Brit chat and general rudeness and ignorance that even Onzo
has got his hackles up. Thankfully they leave the following morning, Jon and
Moo say polite goodbyes, Onzo and Noush decide to plead the fifth.