Paris is gay (like rainbows)

The campsite in montbazon was great and we were all chilling out. The town to the right and intermarche to the left and in the middle, a lovely river, playground, swimming pool, bar and restaurant, all within walking distance.
We were having a great time in the camper after the two nights in the hotel and me and Kate were enjoying evening chats over chilled rose.
But it was time to move onwards and upwards. Next stop Paris!
But as we set off, the engine was sounding terrible after my repairs to the engine belt. A scratchy rattling noise like there was something trapped in the fan. I was really worried even though the actual car was driving ok. Then after about a k, flumpft, it had gone ( that was the sound it made as it went)
I thought something had been sucked in then blown out, and now everything was ok.
The bus was driving and sounding great, the kids asleep in the back and we were heading to Paris.
About 80k south of the capital, we needed refuelling, and there was a queue. When it was my turn to pull up to the fuel pump, I turned on the engine and the sound came back. Worse still, when I got to the pump, I switched off the engine but it kept going….
Even I know you can’t fill up while the engine is still running. So I had to keep revving the engine then switching it off until it finally stopped.
After phoning for technical help, we think it’s something to do with the key that is keeping the starter motor on. So now I have to start it, then slightly knock the key back but only slightly.
This seemed to work so we set off again.
The feeling of brilliance when we turned a corner and there was the Eiffel tower was overwhelming. Despite getting stuck in a bit of Parisian traffic and mad drivers all around me, we pulled up outside the novotel tour eiffel.
Ha! The hotel guys faces! You can’t leave that here sir! I am stopping here, and I’m getting my wife and kids and luggage out and I will take as long as it takes! You have a reservation here? Yes I do! Are you going to help me with my bags? Now where is your car park?Your car is too big sir! So, shall I leave it here then? No no no! One minute sir!
Out they came and organised an exclusive roped off area just for my nice sweet camper. Bless!
The room was great, only 20mins walk from the tower. We were exhausted after a 5 1/2 hour drive and ordered room service, camper class.
We had arrived.

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5 Comments on "Paris is gay (like rainbows)"

  1. ap (Gwyn's Dad)
    30/08/2009 at 6:15 pm Permalink

    Gwyn and Kate and Dylan and Jac!

    Well done!!

    Whose knees are those though?!!

  2. Stewed
    30/08/2009 at 11:13 pm Permalink

    où se trouve mon jette de flamme?

  3. Mum & Dad
    31/08/2009 at 10:36 pm Permalink

    Oooo lala!

    C’est la vie pour vous!!

  4. Mum & Dad
    01/09/2009 at 4:27 pm Permalink

    Sad the camper fell at the last post. Ne’re mind – got to admire the spirit of
    adventure. Safe journey home. Looking forward to seeing you all back
    safe & soundxx

  5. Simon
    01/09/2009 at 8:44 pm Permalink

    Hey All,

    After following this Blog Mrs Brown says we can get a camper! Whoo hoo, how you have achieved in two weeks that I couldn’t in 7 years is beyond me. Unfortunately we cant bloomin well afford one.

    Trip looks awsome, a great family adventure!

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