Boulogne-on-Sea

Or should I say Boulogne-sur-Mer? MO, N and I took one of our daytrips across the water to Boulogne courtesy of P&O Ferries. This time I had to drive which I wasn't looking forward to because I have never driven my own car on the right hand side of the road (or should that be the wrong side of the road?). The other stressful bit was the possibilty of the monkeys parked on either side of us on the ferry whacking their doors into the side of our nice new Mazda. Fortunately I didn't have to worry and the car remained unscathed. An issue I have is that it is against the law to not have a GB sticker, stickers on your headlights (which we had), a warning triangle, reflective jacket and a fire extinguisher (which we didn't). And of course you can buy all of this pointless equipment at a rip off rate on the ferry.

Once we arrived in Calais we took a quick detour to one of the nearby hypermarche's... only to find the lazy French f*ck*ers were closed. Should have realised because it was a Sunday. But hold on... wait a minute... it would be still closed if it was a Monday or a Tuesday and probably every other afternoon. I am staggered Tesco's haven't tackled the French market as I reckon they would tear the local competition to pieces.

Anyway we carried on to Boulogne and parked near to the train station. A quick nose through a car boot sale (I have never understood the fascination in car boot sales) and then a stroll along the seafront. We considered visiting the aquarium centre but as the entrance fee was a bit over the top we didn't bother.

We walked back up through the centre of town and into the vielle ville (not as good as Nice however). Dinner was alfresco at a restaurant off of Gulliver's Jardin and then it was a quick walk back to the car and the return from Calais. Of course our ferry was delayed by an hour and we ended up sitting at a table adjacent to a family of 58 orthodox jews (looked like there were at least a couple of sets of triplets). The mess they left was disgusting... and the matriach looked like Terry Jones from Monty Python dressed up in drag - honestly it was a bloke!!!

Dover to home was on cruise control.

Bon nuit.