9th August

Sleeping on a ferry was the craziest experience. The waves were pretty strong, though after a couple of hours I finally managed to get a comfortable sleeping position. Despite this I couldn’t sleep, so got up again to explore the ferry a little with Matt. Walking down the corridors felt like I was really drunk. I don’t know if it was due to the waves forcing me to walk left, or the fact I was so tired, but it was one of the strangest feelings. After looking out at the dark sea from the deck one last time I decided to retire back to my seats. Now I knew the best way to lie, I fell asleep in no time. Other people were sleeping on the floor, and a few people had even brought a mattress with them. 

I awoke to see France quickly approaching, and it wasn’t long before we were docked. We got in the car, stopped for some cheese, and then journeyed to a huge campsite in Les Molières: our home for the next three nights. Me and Matt walked around a big lake where there were a load of people fishing. Nobody seemed to have any fish that they’d caught though. I’m not sure there were actually any fish in the lake. 

When we got back to our tent we spoke to a woman who told us about a volleyball ‘tournament’ that evening that we promised we would go to, just to watch. As we got there later on, she gestured that we should move closer, and before we knew it we were playing volleyball with her and a group of young French boys. Despite our great sport skills, the children were much better than us. An old bloke joined in too, and even though he fell over, he was also a lot better than us.

After the exhausting day, we went back to the tent and drank a big bottle of San Miguel that Matt had been saving for a special occasion.