After the
vets in Boulogne we head directly off as we can exit on the useful side of
town. We want to go and have a look at Cap Griz nez and check out Wimereux and
hopefully find some rugged wild camping. All of this turns out to be a complete
bust. Cap Griz Nez, grey, dull, inaccessible, full of anoraks and cross people.
Wimereux, full. Ambleteuse, think it was there anyway where some woman wanted
to charge us €10 for the pleasure of parking in her field, extra for the shower
and you have to ask for the key. Cheaper in bloody Cannes. Wild camping is
looking likely but then all the spots are either taken or too risky. We decide
to bail completely and head to Calais and get a campsite. Now, this may not
sound like the most tempting option to you, but trust us, this campsite was
ace. Private access directly to the beach, no frills, no fuss, cheap as chips
and about 2 seconds from the tunnel thing. We stay. For three nights. And we
are happy. The weather is scorching, the beach is fabulous, we are safe,
sunbaked, and relaxed.
Even though
we are in Calais it doesn’t feel like the end of the journey, it just feels
like the trip. So….. it is with rather a bump and an abrupt shock that we
realise that is the end. That our last days of the trip are gone and we have to
go. Just like that it’s finished. But…. It's never over. Until the next time,
another Van another year. Au revoir nos amis x
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