Wow. It’s been jam-packed. Really jam-packed. Tom M (1) left, Anna W and Richard K arrived. They were followed 24 hours later by Flash, Ben S and Jamie S – and a few hours, and a lot of cancelled bus journeys after that, two Australians joined our team. Well one Australian, and one recently English to Australian convert – Sophia L (who I travelled with in India.) Sophia, who has been living down under for the last two years, hasn’t just picked up a twang of an accent, Sophia is a fully blown Australian.
So a new expanded force took on as much of Montauroux as we could manage. BBQs, Rendevous restaurant, La Marina again, a trip to the lagoon and the renowned river walk. Calling this activity the river walk doesn’t really do the voyage justice. It’s more of a gorge hike – jumping off cliffs, over rapids, spending 90% of the time in freezing, crystal clear waters, bouncing, running, falling and without doubt, at some point, grazing oneself, the adventure is not for the faint-hearted.
Sadly what with the aforementioned hazardous terrain, one is unable to take a camera along…and thus there is no physical documentation of its existence. But trust me, it does exist – I have the scars to prove it.
Indeed, despite losing my previously unbeaten record last year to a certain Tom C, I couldn’t help but pursue victory once again…and, I’m happy to tell you dear readers, that I succeeded. It was neck and neck, it involved a rugby tackle, a scramble through a thicket of brambles which sliced into my arm, chest and leg flesh, but I did it – I beat Tom M (2) to river walk glory and have regained my champion’s title! Wahoo.
But, as I said, there are no photos of this. Instead, I offer you an assortment from the days, the meals and the nights prior. Enjoy:
And the the piece de resistance…Kenny in the Barbosa hat.