We’re about halfway home now. 450km to Calais. We’re going to try hopping the eurostar back tonight because we’re all dog tired.
On the autoroute we saw a car full of girls, and of course the only sensible thing to do was pull up along side them at 120kmph, and pass a note across asking for their phone numbers. They took the note and thought it was pretty funny, but unfortunately, they got off at the Strasbourg exit and our conversation was cut short.
Their loss, right?