Now I remember the name of the small town where we bought our oysters. It was Cap Ferret.
Camping du Truc Vert near Cap Ferret at the Atlantic near Bordeaux
The camping place we stayed at for about 2 weeks was the Camping du Truc Vert nearby. I think we could have stayed for ever, it was just perfect.
But, as I wrote, we had planned to find a place, where we could pick grapes, and so we went on.
I don’t think we had a real plan for what to do and where to go, but I had once met a young guy from Toulon back in my home town, and he had told me about how wonderful it was in Toulouse, so we drove south-east to Toulouse and then decided that we could go a little further to the south.
We didn’t even have a map with us, and it came as a total surprise for me, when all the sudden I realized that we had been driving up for a long time and were driving on a narrow road in the mountains.
I’m terribly scarred of heights and at the first possibility I drove into a parking space along the road and started crying. You see, I was the only one with a drivers license and at that point we were already quite high up. The road was really narrow, and looking behind us I could see that I would not dare to drive in the opposite direction, because driving that way I could really see how high up we were.
My boyfriend Torben and I talked about what to do. He offered to drive the car downhill, but that was not an option. As I said, he didn’t even have a drivers license. I couldn’t drive down, and so we decided to continue through the Pyrenees in the same direction. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad on the other side.
To be continued…