Dear Milli
Some poor person had rolled their car on the motorway, so we were diverted down back roads for 1.5hrs. We could see the Pont de Millau tantalising us in the distance, but we were lucky enough to drive through some lovely, scenic villages on the detour.
Finally arrived in Sete, and drove through the centre of town, past the fishing port and found a beachfront parking space for Ambi on La Corniche. Had some scrummy scallops (Coquilles St Jacques) at the beachfront bar, 20 metres from Ambi. Obviously Uli didn't have any - he's still a bit scared of seafood. He did, however, share a mighty fine bottle of local vin blanc with me.
We tried hailing down a cab to take us to the festie. Little did we know that they have to be pre-booked. A lovely couple stopped, and laughing, offered us a lift. Aparently it was obvious where we were from, as only Londoners hail cabs. Uli had to sit on the fitted kid's seat. The festivities on the harbour front were wild, and Laurent Garnier played a set. Met some sound people... and talked campervans with an Australian, who hires them out too.
Danced through the night & on the way back to Ambi, stopped off for a swim - in the sea, at 5.30am. WOW!
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