Rue de Bois

Lets start with best: yesterday we had a very interesting talk with Virginie – aged 23 from Holland – about the importance and fun of learning a lot of different languages. When you are able to speak languages you’re independent and free she said. We met her (and her mum) at a small campsite in the middle of ‘Forêt de Mormal’. We could tell you lots more about the conversation. but actually the way we got in touch with her is quiet an adventures story…so sit down and enjoy:

It would be our first day camping instead of spending the night in a Youth Hostel. We were totally ready for it. Hanna was clear of the road; the girls were equipped with loads of water and Marit was thinking over how to make a delicious meal on camping gas. So it started of very well.

While cycling through loads of hilly forest, we were already wondering how to find the campsite. But in our route book it seemed like we would just pass by it. With that thought the trouble began. On the actual spot Hanna, Lauren and Margôt were thinking the campsite would be, there wasn’t one. Hanna tried to contact Marit, but got the out of order tone. We decided  to ‘google-map’ the campsite and just cycle to where google was sending us. And so we did. Without knowing Google was torturing us.

After an hour more of hills and forest we arrived at a campsite, but Marit was not there…strange…because already at 3 o’clock she send a text message saying she was 20 minutes away from the campsite. There were fifteen minutes of total panic: we didn’t want to cycle anymore, but above all we were affright Marit was lost in translation and we would never find her again. In the mean time we kind of become an attraction to the camping guests. And then Brenda showed up. A really nice Dutch woman, who helped us to find out what happened and how to find Marit.

It occurred that Google had send us to another ‘rue de bois’. Not the ‘rue de Bois’ were the intended campsite would have been. But strangely on our ‘rue de Bois’ we found a campsite as well. And then as  from out of space Marit called us, trying to explain that her phone lost connection already since she was preparing our camp in the forest.

Well anyway, in the end, Hanna and Marit met at the church of Preux aux Bois – hugging and promissing to never lose track on each other again. Margôt and Lauren in the meantime were spending time at Brenda’s caravan. Where they met her daughter Virginie. And talked about languages; encouraged by a way to quickly speaking French friend of Brenda.

So well, we thought GUTS would be an adventure…but I think ‘adventure’ is an understatement for what we are going through. Looking forward for more though!

Oh and we had an interesting intervention on route:


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