Post card from France 1978

Camping out in France
 

 Cracks in our relationship started to show before we even started our journey to France. But, we   continued to make plans for another camping holidays and asked another couple, friends of my partner, to join us.

Four of us landed on the shores of France, St. Malo with our rucksacks on our backs. It was very clear from the start that I was ill prepared for all this new back packing camping adventure. My back could not cope with the weight of the rucksack and my partner carried most my luggage.  I could not keep up with cycling adventure the rest had prepared themselves for, I found myself left behind throughout the journey. I found my self at odds when it came to drinking French wine, eating French cheese and French bread, nothing like the curry back home. The worst part of my holiday was when most evenings were spent talking about the old times; I had very little in common with the rest and found myself miserable and alone.

However, looking at the brighter side on the French soil for the first time, I loved the language and wished I could speak like the French. The French people  I met were beautifully tanned and I stayed out in the sun to get a tan just like them! I loved the taste of my first ever French crêpe. The breath taking scenes of French coastal region where the sea was really, really, blue  and the sky was always clear blue and  I could get into my tiny bikini and frolic in the sea was exhilarating.

 

Our journey took us from St. Malo, Brest and Quimper and then back to St. Malo and finally home, where grey sky waited for us all!!