Where's Bertie? He's in the company of many other British vans, in the motorhome parking area at the Cite Europe shopping centre, next to the Eurotunnel terminal.
Weather: Mainly sunny, max 21 degrees and windy in Calais.
I went to bed last night, and woke this morning, unable to decide whether I was coming down with a cold or if it was an allergic reaction to something. I felt fine bar a bit of snottiness, but decided to err on the side of caution and run just one lap of the waymarked 8.7km route by the lake. Mick, only a few weeks away from his half-marathon, ran two and bit laps, making it his longest run for a good few years.
My shorter outing was also advantageous as it gave me chance to do stuff around Bertie so we didn't need to rush to leave by 11am, so as to make our appointment at our motorhome dealer.
We've never been impressed by Campirama's post-sale customer service, and today we were frustrated again. Firstly, we had to sit outside for a couple of hours because they'd failed to tell us, during all of the correspondence arranging an appointment for a Monday morning, that they don't open on Monday mornings. Then, once we did get inside and finally get to talk to the right person, we found they couldn't do what we had gone there for them to do (all of which had been set out in multiple emails). I'm glad we hadn't gone very far out of our way to get there or I may have ranted a lot more. We came away with an appointment in January, so we now know the date upon which next year's first tour will start!
Bertie almost knows his own way from the dealer's premises to Calais, so many times has he driven it, although we did throw him by diving into a petrol station en-route (where we payed only 38c/litre for LPG, versus the 48c we would have paid if we'd been successful in Luxembourg yesterday).
And that's it. Another trip is over. In twelve hours from now (assuming the shuttles are running to time), we'll be under the English Channel.
Weather: Mainly sunny, max 21 degrees and windy in Calais.
I went to bed last night, and woke this morning, unable to decide whether I was coming down with a cold or if it was an allergic reaction to something. I felt fine bar a bit of snottiness, but decided to err on the side of caution and run just one lap of the waymarked 8.7km route by the lake. Mick, only a few weeks away from his half-marathon, ran two and bit laps, making it his longest run for a good few years.
My shorter outing was also advantageous as it gave me chance to do stuff around Bertie so we didn't need to rush to leave by 11am, so as to make our appointment at our motorhome dealer.
We've never been impressed by Campirama's post-sale customer service, and today we were frustrated again. Firstly, we had to sit outside for a couple of hours because they'd failed to tell us, during all of the correspondence arranging an appointment for a Monday morning, that they don't open on Monday mornings. Then, once we did get inside and finally get to talk to the right person, we found they couldn't do what we had gone there for them to do (all of which had been set out in multiple emails). I'm glad we hadn't gone very far out of our way to get there or I may have ranted a lot more. We came away with an appointment in January, so we now know the date upon which next year's first tour will start!
Bertie almost knows his own way from the dealer's premises to Calais, so many times has he driven it, although we did throw him by diving into a petrol station en-route (where we payed only 38c/litre for LPG, versus the 48c we would have paid if we'd been successful in Luxembourg yesterday).
And that's it. Another trip is over. In twelve hours from now (assuming the shuttles are running to time), we'll be under the English Channel.
Well, this has been a wonderful journey, and I've checked in every evening to relish in Bertie's adventures. Now, about that winter trip...
ReplyDeleteA quick gallop through your last few posts.
ReplyDeleteAs Louise - a quick gallop as I don't possess HMP3's attention to detail. Welcome home!
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