The alcohol run

Trip Start Aug 23, 1996
Trip End Ongoing

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Sunday, April 27, 2003

Over the years, I have been asked by many a pom who have spent some time in Australia, why do I live in England when you come from Australia. Easy answer. Europe is so accessible.

Lucy was going home for three weeks as she was having some visa problems. By the way, Lucy is a pom. Lucy had also been invited to a birthday party in Adelaide, and everyone had to bring a bottle of champagne. So, a run to France was on the cards. The plan was to catch the train with the car to Calias, drive to Belgium for lunch, buy chocolates for the mothers and then come back.

Sounds easy doesn't it

We left in the morning, jumped on the train and arrived in Calais. Stage one out of the way. We decided to hit the hypermarket first because it was early and empty. We bought a load of wine and cheese and then hit the road as we were heading for Ghent. So we followed the motorway, until the sign said Belgium. My mate Jono once said that it rains more in Belgium than any other European country and he isn't wrong. It was pissing down. We drove, and as we were coming towards Ghent, the sun came out. We found a cafe and decided that a croque monsieur was the go. That and the coffees went down a treat. The lady who ran the shop said that the best chocolates were around the corner, so we went. The guy who ran this shop, said that they made them in house. He gave us a try, they were good, so we bought a load, then it was time to go back

On the way back, it rained.

Just before we got to Calais, there are loads of shops selling beer and wine and this is where everyone goes. We stopped off at a few and bought a load of champagne. Very cheap and then it was time to jump back on the train, but before we did, the French searched us. Parlais vous Francais. No mate, I speak English, or if you want, Australian even. No French. No mate just your plain old English. So, we were searched. Then let go. 200 metres later, the Poms decided to search us. Once again, nothing was found. These border guards are so up tight.

Maybe one day, I should get my hair cut !!!!!
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