Roaring
down the motorway in our silver Ford Focus we passed various travelers some
bickering away at each other but also some more peaceful people so peaceful I'm
suprised they didn't fall asleep and swerve into us!
Yes
we were heading to France, and planning to get to Paris for a little delve into
the playful land every kid dreams of...Disneyland. The journey
wasn't to bad,well actually it was hard to take a nap with the not so soothing
racket of my sister snoring like a walrus with a fish stuck up its nose.
We
had reached Weymouth, our journey now progressed on a ferry. We scouted out the
cleanest seats we could find and made our make-shift beds, we tried to drown
out the sound of screaming babies and the horrible caterwalling of toddlers but
it seamed like after a while the little demon infants had stopped and all the
noise was coming from my sister on her phone.
The
tanoy blew out a distorted noise that was almost impossible to decipher ; of
course my sister understood this quiet mumble, her being a teenager and all. So
with Hannah's translations in hand we got off at Gurnsey and had a well
deserved rest. An hour or two pasted and we got back on the boat for the last
leg of our epic voyage.
A
few popping candy packets and cola bottles later we were there, Land Ahoy. We
got in the car and waited for our turn to escape the dark enclosed space that
was the ferry's car park. The wait seemed like it went on for decades, Then the
light shone on the car it was like heaven itself was opening up. So we began
driving on the wrong side of the road up the windy narrow roads that belonged
to France.
We
drove from Saint Malo to Dol de Bretagne, we stayed at a campsite called Les
Ormes. There were many activities we endured from zooming down a zip wire to
eating rapidly melting ice creams but the one I will always remember was when
we went horse riding.
It
started out alright. I met my horse, made friends and then me Mum and our newly
aquainted companion set off, but like any tale worth telling there was a crisis
or what in my mind matches to a crisis. We took the muddy paths in our stride
and the puddles the only thing that baffled us was how we couldn't read the
signs properly! So we took our time,about five hours, and navigated our way
back to the meeting point with nothing more than a sweaty backside. But at
least we knew when we'd finished these daring tasks we could relax in our large
rectangular shaped tent with regular sized Zed beds in our camping
territory,The Squirrel Camp.
We
had funny little watches which we were given. My Mum put Euros on it as it was
our pocket money but on a scanable watch! Of course me being a goody two shoes
I saved all of mine for a reasonable time unlike Hannah.
After
a long week packed with diablos being flung into my face to bubble gum
temporarily blinding me it was time to begin another journey.We waved our new
friends away and started off again on to our brand new temporary home in the
Vendee.
There
we had a great time swimming in the large pools and chilling out in our cherry
red caravan we hired from the camp.We spent a lot of time swimming in the
swimming pool and buying sherbert fountains from the little shop but the most
memorable thing from this leg of our funny expedition is me and my family
getting slapped in the face by mini tsunamis created by a fat German man and
his son in the swimming pool. Apart from that the campsite was quite nice.
It
was our last day in Vendee and we were packing up the clutter from the caravan,
I helped by packing up my clothes and placing the metal ladder from the bunk
bed me and my sister were sleeping on on the top of the beds. Of course
Murphy's law states anything bad that can happen will happen so me being a
Murphy and also a bit clumsy I ended up dropping what seemed to be a one ton
ladder, at the time, on my big toe. I screamed and cried but I was over it in a
jiffy and we set off to Disneyland Paris were we spent the day on large roller
coasters and eating doughnuts whilst watching Captain Hook on a jet ski!
All
in all, the trip was a major success and all the minor bruises and bumps along
the way were trumped when I got a toy robot hand and a Lilo and Stitch teddy.
Until we got home and I started to feel a little poorly. In the end I was
rushed of to hospital and the doctor told me and my family I had Menegitis! So
we spent a week or two in the hospital and in the end I was fine, of course I
had to go through lumber puncture and various injections in each hand and each
foot. Still I enjoyed my little adventure and it was all fine in the end.
By Harry Murphy
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