Stats, tips and tricks.

I'm not going to bore you with a load of waffle about fuel consumption and other stuff, but I did think a few stats may put into perspective what we did.

So the mileage has been totted up and comes to a fairly respectable 3699 miles (5699 KM). And to make the van go all that way, we spent approx £511 on fuel. Considering all the gear we took and the weight we were carrying in a 2.7l twin rear wheel van, it's not too bad.

We did a total of 33 nights away from home, mostly in campsites with great facilities but also managed 6 completely free nights wild camping on the road.

On our journey we managed to take 2996 photos (that's not a typo, we have two thousand, nine hundred and ninety six photos to show you. Come around to see them sometime!!) We did some basic editing while away, to get rid of the total rubbish ones (so we did have more than that!!!) but now we have to spend at least the next 33 nights going through all of them on the PC, trying to whittle the folders down to a more manageable two and a half thousand 'ish.

We also have 281video clips, which range from a few seconds up to 7 or 8 minutes long. You know, just to make sure we captured everything in digital format to look back on. We have pretty much 20GB of digital memories. A very small selection will be posted later in the last blog of this series, the journey in pictures.

Things that went wrong: Nothing that spoilt the holiday. The van was faultless and just purred the whole way round, even thought the distances were great and the heat was relentless. All our bookings and schedules were kept, the weather was fab and we did all we planned to do. Plus much, much more.

If I am going to be really picky, just for sake of honesty and balance I would mention 2 things that happened that weren't on script. Firstly, on one of the toll roads in France we stopped for fuel and cleaned all the rubbish and litter from the dashboard. It wasn't until we got to the toll booth at the end of the motorway that we realised we had been a bit over-zealous and had thrown our toll ticket away too. That meant we were fined equal to the entire length of the motorway (one of the longest in France) and had to stump up Euro 100! In fairness, we had done a fair stretch of that motorway, and our toll would have been 50-60 anyway so had to pay about Euro 40 for our carelessness. Toll tickets had a special safe place in the van from then on! lol

The second thing was just a technical failure. Our 12v/240v fridge freezer packed in and started working intermittently and draining the leisure battery very quickly. The bloke who sold us the van had thrown the fridge in as a bonus extra, and it was a real bonus when it was working as new it cost over £700 (Waeco 50l fridge freezer, google them) and was excellent. We knew it was on its way out, before we left, but had thought (and had been told by a Waeco technician) that it would work on just its basic setting for this trip. Anyway it broke and we had to resort to using it as a regular cool box and filling it with ice daily. It still kept the wine chilled so wasn't too much of a show stopper.

Other than that, the trip went smooth as a baby's bum. I put it down to all those 'P's I mentioned in an earlier blog. That and a little bit of luck which always helps.

Tips: Not wishing to teach anyone to suck eggs, here's a few things you may want to consider if you plan to do any travelling around the area we went, or any of Europe for that matter.

1. Toll roads are obviously an expense but cut down journey times considerably. If your trip is just going to be a lazy meander around a specific area, stay off them and save a few quid. My research showed you can travel from Calais to the South of France for Euro 86 by the most direct route. All Sat Nav's can be programmed to avoid the tolls. If you include all our toll's in France and Spain, plus our fine and a Vignette (Swiss road tax you MUST buy when entering the country at Euro 35) we spent approx Euro 250 (£200) in total. Just don't lose your bloody ticket! lol

2. Use the Aires. All of Europe, except Britain, seems to embrace the idea of making journeys pleasant for travellers. Views differ on Aires, with some people preferring to avoid Motorway Aires and heading for ones in villages and towns. This is because of the worry that bandits, thieves and vagabonds target tourists in Aires along main routes because they are easier targets possibly carrying larger amounts of cash. We stayed in a few near motorways and never saw any hint of trouble (except in Kerry's mind on our last night in Spain). This may be because our riot truck conversion says more 'travelling Aussie lads/dirty socks/no cash' than 'rich retired couple that wont put up a fight'. And it may also be that speculation about problems is greatly exaggerated. Sure, a few people may have been robbed, but many thousands have not. 

We will certainly use them again. They are plentiful, handy, free (or very cheap) and make long journeys so much more manageable and therefore enjoyable. 

A book on Aires can be bought. Go to:

https://www.vicarious-shop.com/All-the-Aires-France-3rd-edition-all-the-France-Aires.html

They also do books on Spain, Germany, Italy and Scandinavia if your interested. The books list all the Aires, what services they provide, how much they cost and how you get to them. Useful.

3. Buy a good COMPRESSOR duel voltage fridge. Not some Halfords fag lighter tat for £70 which only fans food so it warms slightly slower than it would normally. If you are travelling in warmer countries and like your food to stay properly fresh and your wine to be chilled it has to be some kind of compressor fridge/freezer. Yes, they are far more expensive, but yes they are worth it. We will be saving to replace ours (as it was brilliant when it worked) and hoping Santa is listening. You need dual voltage so you can keep cool on the move via the fag lighter, then tap into mains power on sites for proper cold mode.

4. Shop in town. Businesses around the globe try to make a profit however they can. Camp sites hike prices especially in high season to cash in on lazy tourists who don't want to leave the site and who are willing to pay far higher prices in the site shop. Local supermarkets on the other hand have to maintain lower prices all round to attract custom and not annoy the locals. So buy a fridge (point 3), stock it at local supermarkets for far less cost, and be able to eat for days on end saving a fortune. On our trip we ate in restaurants only occasionally, choosing spend more on 'fun stuff' than expensive meals.

5. Take a gas BBQ. In southern France and Spain, charcoal BBQ's are banned because of the risk of wild fire (see the news of the Costa del Sol this year on fire).

6. Try the language. As a family, were not very good at pronunciation. But wherever we went, we tried a little bit with the language, even just a hello, how are you etc. It seemed to work, people seemed genuinely pleased that we had made an effort to speak in their language. We met some lovely people who helped us make this holiday something special to remember. And some of them were French.

7. If you have a choice of ferry companies, pick Brittany rather than P&O. Don't waste money on Wet 'n' Wild, save up for 'Aqualand'. Way better.

 If you only have one day to visit Disney, choose the Studio rather than Disneyland. If you can go to either France or Switzerland, France wins (based on prices alone, Switzerland is lovely too).

And most of all, if its a choice between USA for a fortnight or what we have just done then there is no contest. It has just been the best collection of memories and experiences we could have wished for, and we got so much longer for our money.

So if you see the Quiksilver van on a motorway near you any time, we may just be heading out on the next trip. Give us a honk!

I hope you have enjoyed our tale. Until next time.

Chris, Kerry, Harry and Jack.

Organised Chaos!

So we began the trip back north with a slightly heavy heart. Looking forward to getting back to UK, but knowing we had had such a good time that we were going to miss the lifestyle, people, places, things, sights, sounds and smells we had become accustomed to over the last few weeks.

The trip from Platja D'Aro to Santander was one of the biggest we had taken on. We had to travel from east coast to central north coast, via the motorway that ran past Barcelona.

The kids were whacked after a fun filled day at the water park, and so were happy to sit and watch movies in the back and snooze when they wanted. The first part of the trip was wonderful, with all the sights and sounds as we passed Barcelona and headed out into what essentially is a desert. The setting sun made it a fantastically scenic first leg, although attempts to photograph it were not particularly successful.

It was a long day, but while driving I had plenty of time to admire the desert scenes, and the olive groves and vinyards that lined the road. It was also really quiet. At one stage I was sure Tom Tom was taking us the wrong way, because I was sure this main arterial route from Barcelona to the northern ports MUST be busier than it actually was. Anyway, when my eyes got heavy, a couple of hours short of Santander, we stopped in a service area. It was advertised as open from 0700 hrs to 2300 hrs, but as we pulled in at about midnight, the place was deserted.

To be honest, it was a bit spooky and Kerry was a bit twitchy. We bedded down for the night, I promising to keep an eye out for trouble. Of course, I slept like a baby and only woke when Kerry shook me because of hoards of bandits having a shootout in the car park. After confirming the shootout was in fact some fireworks in the distance, I went back to sleep, waking at 0730 to find a still sleepless Kerry, glad that we could get moving again. Not another soul had used the services in the time we were there.

The rest of the trip went well, we passed Bilbao which looked a bit grungy. To be honest, you never get a good impression of a place from passing on the motorway, It just looked a bit industrial and unwelcoming. Santander on the other hand, looked beautiful.

En route to the port we headed to the supermarket to stock up with supplies. We had got stung on the ferry from Hull to Zeebrugge with over inflated prices for food and that wasnt going to happen again.

It's a popular ferry route and as such booking in and getting loaded was a busy and timely affair. But we managed in the end and only 20 minutes late, the ship set sail, for cooler seas and GMT.

The ship was a big 'un and it took us a while to get our bearings. We also discovered that unlike P&O, Brittany Ferries offers decent grub at reasonable prices. So our cool bag stayed full and off we went for a slap up nosh.

It was also nice to travel through the night, making progress as we slept after a good feed and a wash and brush up. Before we knew it, the next day had arrived and England (or IOW to be precise) was on the horizon). Thats when the chaos began.

Customs at Portsmouth were on a go slow and it took us about an hour and quarter to get through. Then the motorway to London was jam packed. Well it wasn't but after the quiet European roads we had travelled on it certainly felt like it. And then negotiating south London roads in rush hour in a big van was not much fun.

We had arranged to stay at Kerry's sisters in Wandsworth for a few days, and Kerrys other sister and 2 kids and Mum arranged to meet there too. So 10 of us crammed in their lovely 2 bedroomed house to plan our next couple of days. As you can imagine, chaos continued. It was like hearding cats, in a good way.

Bless their patience, Leanne and Nigel who hosted us and looked after us so well and so kindly, even though their home had been invaded and taken over. Every square inch was taken up for sleeping, so I sought refuge and slept in the van. Which was probably a good move judging by the bleary eyes next morning.

Anyway, Nigel guided us around the busy London transport system with ease and over the next couple of days we explored and enjoyed. Jack was keen to try the London Eye, so we all obliged, and Jack and Reece even had the guts to try the extreme fairground rides next to it. None of the adults dared.

We also managed a couple of hours in the (free) Science Museum which was great, and I hope we can go back in the future for a longer look around. We also managed to take in a couple of shows, Wizard of Oz and Billy Elliot. The kids loved the spectacle of the Wizard of Oz and the singing and dincing in Billy Elliot (not to mention the comedy and swearing).

We also managed to pop round to Buck Palace for a gander, but despite my texts and calls, Liz wasn't able to ask us in for a cuppa. Next time maybe, if were passing that is.

And so after a couple of days in the Nations Capital, it was time to head north again. Away from the chaos of London and the tube and the crowds. After a two hour struggle with traffic to get to the M1, progress picked up as we headed home.

Its a journey and a route I have made countless times over the years but this time it seemed to take forever. We were all glad when the Tyne Tunnel appeared, and shortly after that our little house. It was all we could do to carry a couple of bags in the door, before eating, bathing and sleeping.

It was funny that first night back in our own proper beds. I kept thinking of the things we had done and places we had been. It was quite a feat, a family of four in a small van travelling around to all those places, living in each others pockets 24/7. I would have thought that there may be some tension or arguments caused occasionally by the living conditions but none of it.

The trip, the experiences, the travels and adventures have only served to bring us all closer together as a family and we cant wait to do it all over again next year. New places, new people and new experiences. Only next time we're not going to cut it short!! 6 weeks at least lol. Well perhaps not but its nice to look forward and dream.

So keep an eye out for pooleysontour/episode2.

And for anyone interested, I will be doing two more blogs over the next few days just to finish off this story. Stats, facts, tips and tricks will be the first and our journey in pictures will be the last.

I hope you have enjoyed reading. We have certainly enjoyed living it, and I personally have enjoyed keeping this record for family, friends and the kids to look back on.

Until the next one, One life, Live it!

Chris

L'end of L'Estart

We had extended our stay in L'Estartit. Our schedule after there was left clear for us to explore and do as we pleased, but as we enjoyed it so much, we saw no reason to move on.

After 3 weeks on the move, it was great for the kids to hae some friends from home to play with and the site gave us all we needed and much more. With all the shops, cafe's, restaurants, 3 pools, slides, parks, mini golf, ponies, clean new facilities (loos and showers) it was a great place to be based. And that was just on site. There were also plenty of organised trips around the area, a free bus service into town (which was only a 10 minute walk anyway), a busy beach and beautiful port and town to explore.

The kids had all fallen in love with Toni's Ponies (a lesser known traditional Spanish name) and used to hang around his site in the evenings to help out. They got plenty of rides and also got to help taking the ponies back to the stables later on at night which they all enjoyed very much.

In town we had found lots of things that we liked, in particular a small bar close by that sold food at good prices and cold wine cheap as chips. There was plenty for the kids to do there as well with video games and pool, but what they really enjoyed was the bingo, disco and kareoke (although not too much when Mum or Dad sang after a few vino's!)

 

 

L'Estartit was a place we all felt comfortable in. Spanish but with a hint of England (Premiership footy on the TV and English grub if you wanted). Its probably not everyone's cup of tea but we loved the place and will definately go back again some time. Unfortunately our extended stay was coming to an end.

 

We just had one last day which we chose to spend at one of our favourite places, a water park in Platja D'Aro (AquaDiver).

 

It was another hot and sunny day, but the park was quite quiet. Perhaps because of the end of the season or close to schools going back, we didn't care. It meant the rides were queue free and so we got loads of go's and not much hanging around.

 

 

It was sad that it was our last day in the area and also a milestone for us. After the water park we began the next leg of the journey, but this time, for the first on the trip we would be heading north (ish).

 

On towards Santander, our ferry back to UK and our onward trip to London. But thats for the next blog.

 

Chris

Snorkel Safari

It was a common theme of the trip. Water, being around it and more importantly, in it. Even in Paris when we visited Disney, the kids got so much enjoyment from the pool on the camp site and the water slide.

Our long journeys had been broken up with visits to beautiful spots like Lac D'Orient and Lac Montysard. We had also camped right next to the water in Geneva and St Tropez. In the heat of the South of France and Spain, it was almost essential to be close to water for us to take a cooling dip and also play on dinghy's and kayaks.

It seemed right that we also ventured a little further offshore and had a go at snorkelling. I had never been particularly taken with the sport, however, having only ever tried it in the North Sea, the Channel and the Atlantic off Northern Ireland (where all you can see is gloom and the odd chocolate cigar fish), I figured that it may have better appeal when you could actually SEE some of the wonders of the ocean.

We all headed off to the Port in L'Estartit (us and our friends from UK) and boarded a pleasant little two storey glass bottomed boat for a trip around the Islands just off the coast. The trip was advertised as a couple of hours snorkel safari, trip around the islands, free snorkel to keep, free fruit and sangria (non alcoholic for the kids), and sea trampoline to play on and lark around with.

We pulled up in a sheltered little cove with wonderful clear blue waters, had a quick safety brief and then we were off. In fairness, the trampoline was a bit pants, quite small and really only useful for clambering on for a quick breather. But the rest of the safari was absolutely brilliant.

We jumped and dived off the top of the boat (which felt very high and had grown men quivering) and into the water. Even Jack, who struggled in the water at the start of our holiday, has improved so much with his swimming he didnt need a life jacket, and had the balls of ten men to make the leap off the roof. For the little guy to do that when men refused took some courage.

And the snorkelling was a revelation. Some of the crew threw bread in to attract the fish and there was loads of them, beautiful colours, all shapes and sizes. Some people even hand fed the fish with some of the bread and it was really facinating to watch. I have to admit, it took me a while to get over the 'Jaws' feeling, you know that "something's in the water behind me, bigger and hungrier than I am". But when I got over that, it was great to float and watch, and when my confidence grew, dive down for an even closer look. I will defo go again (in the Med), and recommend it to anyone.

After an hour or so, we all got back on the boat (it was probably about right for untrained snorkellers, its quite tiring), and enjoyed a mini cruise around the islands with free fruit and sangria as promised.

We all enjoyed the trip and had dried off nicely by the time we got back to port. We just had time to pop back to the camp site to shower and change, before we headed to a different part of town for a meal and a knees up.

 

 

 

But thats another story. And some of it may be told next time.

Chris

A whole Nou world

We were all a bit excited. The day had come to visit one of the great football stadiums in the world, and the second largest (largest in Europe) the Nou Camp in Barcelona.

I have to admit that I had been a bit nervous about this part of the trip, as I had in all the major cities, Paris, Geneva etc. The thought of battling foreign traffic and regulations in a big old camper van, and then finding parking without height restrictions in order to do the tour was a bit daunting.

Fortunately we were able to get booked on a coach tour to the Nou Camp and Barcelona city so my worries were unfounded. It was an excited family group that boarded the coach at our campsite gates at 0800 hrs on Wednesday morning. Off we set with a very knowledgable tour guide giving us commentary in four languages.

By 1100 hrs we had our first glimpse of the iconic stadium and by half 11 we were wandering round the historic inside.

The tour was fantastic, and took in the changing rooms, pitch side and benches, press boxes, interview rooms, media suite and museum. It was a smashing experience and one none of us will forget for a very long time.

We visited the day before a big home match between Barcelona and Real Madrid. We could have tried to get tickets but because the matches in Spain are played late at night to avoid the heat, it would have meant 3 days of our tour dedicated to the Nou Camp and football ( plus tickets were ridiculously priced), so we made do with our little tour.

As part of our bus package, we then headed into central Barcelona for lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe, followed by a wander around Las Rambles a famous street filled with stalls and artists plying their wares.

We also got to visit the 1992 Olympic stadium and a spot high on the mountains great for pictures of lots of famous city landmarks.

The bus had us back at the campsite by 2000 hrs where we headed for the pool and a cold glass of wine or two.

What a smashing day all round, made better by someone else driving and taking the strain.

If you get a chance, make a visit. Or if you want a real treat, Elland Road is just off the M1.

Today we head off to a glass bottomed boat trip around the islands, snorkelling in the clear water and sea trampolining. I've never seen it before but looks great fun.

Of course I'll let you know how it goes.

Chris

L'Estart of a new adventure

France was great. Although by no means fluent, we have enough knowledge of the language to get by and can pas pleasantries no problem and understand what we need to to survive.

Spain is a whole different ball game. Our knowledge past Ola is pretty much zero. My army knowledge of the language only equates to phrases that would get us in trouble with local law enforcement agencies.

That said we weren't put off, just a bit excited to be travelling into the semi-unknown.

True to form, we split the trip from France by stopping en-route at Aqualand in Cyr Sans Le Mer. We had a great day again playing on the rides and scaring dad with things involving heights. I have to say, the Aqualand in Ste Maxime was smaller but easier to keep an eye on the kids in. The one in Cyr was bigger, with bigger and better rides, but also with bigger queues and longer waits. Still it was a really fun day, well worth the entry fee and one to visit if your in the area. The kids will love it.

After a day in the pools, we hit the road trying to get as close to the Spanish border as possible. Unfortunately, traffic around Perpignon was bad and there was also a big smash on the other side of the carriageway on the motorway. It caused us big delays, the first on our trip and considering the mileage we've done, we can't complain.

So we didn't get as far as expected, and pulled up in another free Aire, at 2300 hrs ready for a good kip.

We woke to find that the Aire was a pretty popular place, in high season on a saturday morning. The place was jam packed full, and just getting out took a lot of manoeuvring, plenty of hand signals and some more French style motoring assertiveness. It wasn't the nicest Aire we have stayed in, because it was so busy the toilets were stinking and the queues were terrible. But it served a purpose, and a couple of hours after leaving we were pulling up at our new home in Spain, Camping Montgri in L'Estartit.

What a great place. Busy but large enough to handle it easily it has all you want and more. We are camping in the lower section, next to the bottom pool complex. It has three pools, including one up the mountain side and loads of shops, cafe's, restaurants, shows, golf, horse rides etc etc and some nice shade, just what we wanted.

We had already planned to stay here because some good friends were coming here on a bus tour. We were also thinking ahead as the rest of our trip on the continent we left free to do as we pleased. So our plan was to see if the site was any good, and perhaps stay a few days extra if possible.

When we arrived, we left the van to explore and saw all the good stuff. We had some drinks by the pool and ordered some food. After all the bread and cheese and continental stuff we had indulged in in France, it was nice to be able to get some traditional English grub (on the menu as well as more traditional Spanish fayre). As the waiter plonked sausage, egg, chips and beans in front of me, in the shade on a beautiful Spanish sunny day, next to a glistening pint of ice cold cider I thought it couldn't get better. And then Leeds Utd came on the big screen, beating Wolves at Elland Road and I was sold! The extra days were booked so now we are stopping here til Sunday. Happy days.

Our friends arrived safely a day later and the kids were in their element. After three weeks on the road, it's been nice for them to have regular friends around to play with. And they have played some! It's almost impossible to drag them away from the pool to eat or drink because they are loving it so much. Jacks swimming, which was weak when we left uk has come on in leaps and bounds. As has our tans!

The beach is a short walk away and we have been for a look around town.

Tomorrow we are booked on a trip to Barcelona to visit the town, and more importantly the Nou Camp where we're doing the full shebang. Museum, pitch, changeling rooms, press box etc etc. really looking forward to it.

We also plan to go on a glass bottomed boat around the islands, to snorkel and sea trampoline (I'll tell all in a later blog).

We of course plan to visit a local market so that we have the privilege of bartering for tat instead of just paying for it, and will do another water park before we leave. In the heat, being near to or better still in water is a must.

It's a fab place, lots to do, see, eat and drink and were all loving this leg of the tour.

Until next time. Adios amigos

St Tropez baby!!

Our time in the South of France continued with great weather. It was fab camping right on the beach for a few days, but did become hard work, keeping everything free from sand and dealing with the heat and no shade.

Glad we can say we did it but would defo book a pitch with some shade next time.

Anyway our last few days at Camping Des Mures were quite busy. We had a trip to one of our favourite places in the world, Port Grimaude. It's like a mini Venice without the bad smells. I love a place where most of the houses have a berth for a boat than a car parking spot.

We also spent a day rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous in St Tropez. We have been a few times but it's always nice to look at the super yachts and soak up the atmosphere. It's also nice to dream a bit about a lottery win and what you would spend it on.

Top tip. Visit St Tropez in a car rather than a camper van. Because of height restrictions parking for the van was a nightmare, and one experienced by lots of people in their motorhomes. To be fair, we had a good look around the place driving in circles looking for a spot. We had all but given up when one became free and I drove like a maniac (or a Frenchman) to get in it and we were away on foot to explore.

We went back to the cafe where Kerry, Harry and I had shared a drink with former formula 1 legend Eddie Irvine 10 years ago. Well actually we just followed him in and sat close and paid nearly euro 50 for three cokes!!! This time we settled for a couple of photos outside and a slushy from a street vendor for a far more reasonable 2.50. You learn from expensive mistakes lol.

We watched super yacht 'Blind Date' head out of the harbour and googled it later that day. She was sold for £35 million last year. Who knows, next year we may own her, and be sailing on her to who knows where.

We had a good day and all enjoyed it. Later that day we had a wander along the beach to another camp site and enjoyed a meal in their restaurant. Jack ordered a 'cote des soleil' alcohol free cocktail that we all fell in love with and we had a great meal with lots of laughs. The van now carries our own ingredients for the cocktail so we can enjoy whenever we want.

The next day was a French national religious holiday so we played on the beach and were treated to an afternoon air show, with the French equivalent of the 'Red Arrows' performing. They were good, but not a patch on Red 1 and his buddies. Keep trying boys. They also had a load of firework displays all down the coast and we had the perfect spot at our tent to watch a few of them for free. Unfortunately most of the people in the SOF had the same idea and we ended up with rows and rows of onlookers lined up just outside our door to watch. I had a "get off my land" moment until I realised, and we all enjoyed the show. Us and our newest 300 best friends. Jack was less than impresses. We woke him when the fireworks started and all he said was "why did you wake me to watch this racket?" lol, one of those moments we won't forget.

And nearing the end of our time on our own bit of beach in the SOF, we took the boys to Port Grimaude fair. We thought it was going to be an expensive doo, but Kerry came up trumps again and got us bargain Multi-buy tickets for well under the market value. They allowed us all to go on 19 different rides for loads cheaper, it was just a job to get all the rides in in one night as the fair only opens between 2000 and 0100 hrs.

It was funny, all the scary rides we have been on and things we have done, and the kids haven't been fazed at all. And I took them both in an animated 5D show, 3D glasses plus movement and touch, and they both were terrified. It was only funny when we got out and realised that the audience was being filmed and shown live outside on a big screen. So Kerry managed to video us all inside and watch the boys squirm, cover their eyes and grab dad for comfort! Ha, that's one to play at a wedding!

And that was that. End of out time on the French med and time to move on again. Heading now for Northern Spain and a rendezvous at L'estartit with some friends and their kids.

Another top tip; always remember when your travelling, countries are designed to make the locals happy, not the tourists!

Until next time, Au revoir France.

Chris