Waking up early didn't seem to
be such a chore on the 8th of August, the day I was leaving for the South of
France. I was so excited when we; my friend Charlie, her mum, dad, and I,
departed from my driveway. They shared stories with me of when they went to the
same camping resort a year ago. I couldn't wait.
The steaming hot chocolate warmed my hands as I sat waiting in the terminal at the Euro Tunnel. Boarding the shuttle took a while and once we were on it, the duration of the journey was spent playing the game 'Four Pics, One Song'. I hadn't even realised that we were moving, the shuttle travelled so smoothly. It was only when I saw the world whizzing by outside the window that I knew we were on our way.
Once we were on the road again, the rest of that day, and most of the one after, were spent watching film after film in attempt to pass time quicker whilst in the car. It felt like the caravan we were pulling behind us was carrying Time on its back, and that we were literally dragging it along. The miles and miles of French countryside were endless, and made worse by the fact that at the end of the first day, we still weren’t there yet. We then had to have a classy overnight stay in the car park of a service station, which provided a restless sleep to the soundtrack of the many humming lorries just outside. However, the next morning I was eager to get back in the car again; the camping resort was just half a day’s travel away.
The steaming hot chocolate warmed my hands as I sat waiting in the terminal at the Euro Tunnel. Boarding the shuttle took a while and once we were on it, the duration of the journey was spent playing the game 'Four Pics, One Song'. I hadn't even realised that we were moving, the shuttle travelled so smoothly. It was only when I saw the world whizzing by outside the window that I knew we were on our way.
Once we were on the road again, the rest of that day, and most of the one after, were spent watching film after film in attempt to pass time quicker whilst in the car. It felt like the caravan we were pulling behind us was carrying Time on its back, and that we were literally dragging it along. The miles and miles of French countryside were endless, and made worse by the fact that at the end of the first day, we still weren’t there yet. We then had to have a classy overnight stay in the car park of a service station, which provided a restless sleep to the soundtrack of the many humming lorries just outside. However, the next morning I was eager to get back in the car again; the camping resort was just half a day’s travel away.
Upon arriving at La Rive, the
said camping resort, I couldn't wait to spend the next two weeks there. Whilst
we were shown to our pitch, I could hear the sound of a bell ringing. The same
bell, I later found out, that warned people in the waterpark that the giant
bucket would soon be tipping water over them if they didn't get out of the way.
I would fall a victim to that bucket many times during my stay.
The first thing Charlie and I did was change into our bikinis and some shorts, and begin to explore. The resort was full of little 'streets' of pitches and mobile homes. Each one was decorated with several hanging baskets of flowers, which were of the brightest colours. The pinks, blues, purples, and yellows seemed to glow in the light of the midday sun, which pleasantly heated my skin as we ventured through the site.
The first thing Charlie and I did was change into our bikinis and some shorts, and begin to explore. The resort was full of little 'streets' of pitches and mobile homes. Each one was decorated with several hanging baskets of flowers, which were of the brightest colours. The pinks, blues, purples, and yellows seemed to glow in the light of the midday sun, which pleasantly heated my skin as we ventured through the site.
We had the sun, a swimming
pool, delicious food, and endless time for relaxing; all for two whole weeks.
What more could you ask for?
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