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Day off Kayaking on the l’isle and fireworks

July 14th in France is a big aul day and it was full of festivities about the place.
Merv and I decided to use some of the money we got for working for Leo doing a Kayak trip 14km down the l’isle river.

 

Beautiful flat day

Beautiful flat day

Bub

Bub

Bub looking medieval

Bub looking medieval

The dude drove us and 2 kayaks to the drop off spot. Untied the kayaks and pretty much left us there to our own devises just saying “you go that way” pointing down river. He also very briefly explained there were some dams but we were left to decipher what we were to do when we came to them. It was gas as we are used to the long boring talk that Pat gives when he takes us out on the ocean and the long boring talk that Merv gives when he is giving a tour.

(Joke guys joke)

So off we went in these boats that had a built in spinning system that turned at their own will. Merv’s didn’t seem to have it but. Mine just randomly would do a spin in mid river and there I was like…. Hm thinking it was me! Ya right.

Views from the water

Views from the water

Now Kayaking is great but by the end of it I was sooooooo frustrated because of the turning and unstableness. It took us a while to complete the trip. It was a beautiful day with still waters reflecting everything. We didn’t bring enough food though and were like ravenous dogs by the end. When I began to see a familiar park bench I nearly cried and did my best paddling ever. The boat didn’t turn so I reckon I must have broke the internal spinner when I hit it with my oar.

Below the dam

Below the dam

Later we went out to see some fireworks and found a band playing. We sat and hat a drink but once that was finished we had to leave. They were an English foursome from England (duh) and lacked something. A good lead singer and a bit of karisma maybe :)
Merv and I were commenting every time he missed a note because we are professional singers who can really tell. The drummer was so funny. He was quite old and kept staring lustfully at the guitarist (also a dude). That would have been cool if he didn’t look so creepy.

The fireworks. We snuck around to an area where no one was and had a big open field to ourselves. If Merv had had a wedding ring I’d say he would have ran over after the show to ask the pyro technician to marry him. Merv’s life passions: the water, food and fireworks.

Fireworks

Fireworks

We left Leo’s restaurant and caravan to ride along the Dordogne.

 

The day was brightened by a field of sunflowers, followed by massive vin yards and corn fields.
After a quick and very shallow dip in the Dordogne we found a camping spot sheltered by a huge crop of corn. Good job we bought 2 cobs for our dinner or we’d be drooling.

Dordogne River

Dordogne River

We are sweating as it is. Like too hot, TOO HOT. And Merv the grand chef makes a spicy curry. Starving we ate it down but I could feel the sweat breaking through my forehead. It was like a chilly soup with steamy rice. Aaaaaah, it’s too bleeding hot. Tomorrow I’m buying stamps to send some sun back home.