First of all, before getting into mumbling over the happenings of the weekend, I want to thank you guys, my readers! There are now over a hundred of you, following me! I think that is quite a bunch! I am so happy to know, that I manage to somehow entertain so many of you! I hope to do so also in the future, please tell me to shut up if I don’t.
Well into the porridge of today, the weekend came and the Les Hemmes part of Waffle’s birthday was there to be tackled. I was still feeling ill on Friday, so our take off was postponed to Saturday. We also left the buggies home for wind related reasons. It felt weird to be driving to Les Hemmes without the trailer hanging along. The plan was just to go there, hang around, feed beers to people and just have a fill up on the hippie atmosphere.
That we achieved, strolling on the beach, sipping on our beers and chatting around with people. Though Waffle did most of the chatting, since it was mainly French people around. I sat in my slowly deflating inflatable sofa and enjoyed the wind on my face. Came evening, and the beer kept flowing and the guitar was softly keeping everybody awake. It was almost morning when we finally crawled towards our tent.
As I woke up, Sunday was already eager to tell Waffle, that he had had a good amount of birthday drinks; the sleeping bag next to me was quietly moaning. Waffle pushed some painkillers down his throat and soon there were only some eye bags reminding us of yesterday. We left to hunt down a French bakery, to find some breakfast. It was our anniversary. We have now been together for 2 years. Still going strong, no end in sight. So we deserved some buttery French goodies.
In the hunt for those goodies we ended up all the way to Wissant, which was completely cut off from the world by a running competition. All the roads to Wissant were closed, and of course, since it is France, there is no warnings about the occurrence anywhere. After hitting a couple of the road blocks we made it to the center and to the bakery right before the closing time.
After our breakfast it was time to take Waffles hangover out to the sea air. There was a nice small loop of a walk leaving from Cap Blanc Nez and we decided to do that. The air above the English Channel was clear and we could admire the white cliffs of England, from the white cliffs of France. It was probably the clearest I have ever seen them.
By the way, imagine the first person ever, to wander around the norther coast of France. If it was a normal cloudy day, it is very easy to think, that you are walking along the very edge of the world. That person, walking there, must have been happy, journey of thousands and thousands of kilometers is done, no more world ahead after this point! Woohoo!
Until the sun ruins the moment, takes the clouds away, and reveals a land across the sea. Yeah. No woohoo. Maybe he went and built a boat and became the first Brit, that poor bastard, and continued his search for the end of the world. Too bad for him.
We had noticed an aerodrome in our map, and Waffle being always so enthusiastic about flying and it being our anniversary, we decided to check it out. So we went and asked, whether we could be taken up for a minute or two. That worked out good. The pilot just took someone to take a test first and afterwards we could go and fly a small round of 15 minutes. That, I think, was an excellent way to celebrate our anniversary.
I have told you for a few times how I love the landscape of northern France. Apparently it is very very beautiful from up in the air too. We flew over all the different colors of fields and hills and headed over the sea. I was sitting as a co-pilot and was handling the steering stick while being scared for killing us all.
As we reached the sea, we turned to fly alongside the coast. At some point there, the actual pilot got bored of my shyness, and just pushed the stick all to the left, so that we were falling sideways in that small little can of a plane! I yelled an ugly word by mistake since I was heartily spooked by the sudden tilting. Waffle might have been even more scared, since he didn’t know, who did the maneuver.
But the cliffs seen from the air were definitely worth the money we payed for our flight (60 euros per two for 15 minutes, Aerodrome de Deux Caps) and I do warmly recommend it. The guys from the flight club are truly proud of their field, saying that it is the most beautiful on the whole coast.
After all that excitement we were ready to return home. We took down the tent, said bye to the beach and drove off. To an amazing traffic jam. There were broken down buses in France, and the rush of people returning from the beach in Belgium, plus a few accidents as a bonus. But we made it home, late in the evening. Now we are deeply into planning the trip to Romania. Nicely in time….