Hello All

Hello one and all, im sure you will all be pleased to know that sahara cabs has made it to Arcachon, a journey of some 1000 miles. The trip began from Brick Lane and we quickly winged our way to dover under the expert guidence of driver Bendigo while Iain and Nathan chose to continue getting into the spirt of things with some continental beer.

On the left our three intrepid explorers and those who came to see us off. (Not pictured envy)


Upon our arrival in Dover we met a splendid chap by the name of Mariuz, a crazy Romanian van driver on his way to Amsterdam allegedly on "business". He was kind enough to introduce us to an unspecified Romanian moonshine made from cherries, while at first taste this was tasty we soon realised it was rather more potent than anticipated. All of this may explain Iains rather liberal use of the ferrys tannoy system! The staff were not amused.


After the ferry, Bendigo drove onwards through northern france towards Normandy and Ohmaha beach, while an unspecified member of the group put in a sterling performance in staying awake to support the driver, Iain slept in the back, a theme that would recur throughout the day.


While Ohmaha beach was interesting unfortunatly we soon found that with the exception of the bar there, Northern France was closed.

This is pretty much what we found everywhere, i think they used an english sign just to make it all the more irritating.

After spending the night in what can only be described as a ghost town we set off again for warmer weather, this was of course after contemplating going to Brest mainly because it had a funny name, apparently we are all still quite childish, who knew.... As a strange coincidence the locals refer to it as "le Mamelon de Francais". For those of you with GSCE French I think you will agree it is quite apt.

Day 2 Video


With us all in agreement that Northern France was essentially rubbish and shut, we hit the the road and headed south towards Bordeaux, settling on probably the worlds best campsite in the outskirts of Arcachon. As far as we were concerned this was a succesful mission as we had hit 28 degree heat a far cry from london, somewhere we were informed was grey and wet.

Tents errected, we set out on our first night out to see what larks could be had. Deciding as we were by the sea that sea food was in order so we selected a restaurant mainly because they were showing the football. What followed can only be described as a battle of biblical proportions as three brave travellers took on what looked like half the Atlantic.



Until next time, we hope all those who are at work have their day brightened by our exploits. Next stop who knows.....