Ninove Weekend
With all the media fuss going on I decided to take a chance and go anyway.
200 miles/4.5 hours later, Thursday evening at the Eurotunnel terminal was like a ghost town.
Darius & Lyn arrived, and we boarded an earlier train due to lack of demand.
Then off to Calais for the first night, hotel was right by the beach and ferry port which was a bit of a mistake as you will see.
Friday morning I walked round to the bus and noticed that there were a few Tunnocks Caramel Wafer wrappers blowing around the car park.
"That's a coincidence" I thought "I've got a couple of packs in the bus...."
Walked round to check the oil and the engine lid wasn't shut.
Rear hatch lock punched out with, on further investigation, my dipstick.
Broken into, and all my food and drink stolen.
Then I noticed Darius' bus, exactly the same.
To our amazement, there were 3 illegals still asleep in the back of his bus. The hotel staff didn't seem concerned, and by the time the Police arrived they had legged it.
After clearing the buses out and taking stock of what was left, we headed out of Calais to have a look around Neiuwpoort up the A14.
Well, that was the plan.
My clutch cable snapped at the pedal connection, so after almost 2 hours of scrabbling around under a very low bus we had fixed it with a countersunk M5 bolt and a nyloc nut.
All I then wanted to do was get to the hotel in Gent, get a hot shower and a cold beer.