Passionate as I am about driving and roads, usually I’m the designated driver of the roadtrip. Especially when we take my car, which is manual in an increasingly automatic world. However, there are some perks to being a passenger like I am on this trip, especially when jet-lagged. Sleep is a much safer possibility when you’re not behind the wheel.
Please follow the road
– an amusing direction from the Porsche Navigation System
The rest areas on the side of the French highways are so well-maintained and plentiful, that I used to think as a child that France identified itself as a country to be driven through. Spaces for cars with trailers and caravans are everywhere, with picnic tables and grassy areas for packed lunches and some fresh air.
The security checks at the Dover border held us up for a while, so we actually missed our scheduled ferry. We boarded an hour later, and we’re now heading south on a French toll-road.
The skies are cloudy and the roads are smooth.
Tomorrow, at five-thirty in the morning, my parents and I shall leave our London home and begin our drive to Spain, stopping in Dijon, France for the evening.