I said goodbye to my homestay and walked to the bus stop. There was a small market set up on the street, surrounded by middle-aged French housewives with baskets, interrogating the stallholders about their produce.
I could have bought a kg of ripe brie for €5, but since I had nowhere to put it decided not to.
I took the bus to Ouistreham. This is a seaside resort, and since it was out of season there was nothing there. NOTHING!
The beachfront was a row of closed shops and the few people that were around just made it seem more lonely. I tried looking for the fitness trail marked on the tourist map. This does exist but has 2 stations (sit ups and a balance beam), so does not really deliver a full workout.
There’s a large Carrefour on the edge of town. I decided to buy some specloos spread before I left Europe. (Just as well, since I haven’t seen any in Britain).
From there I just spent all my time reading on a park bench at the beach, looking in the direction of England.
The ferry left at 11pm. In the lift some Englishman started talking to me. I picked him as a bit of a weirdo so managed to throw him off when we boarded. However when I looked around the ferry (massive, and very flash) he started talking to me again and wouldn’t shut up for two hours. All “The best BMW to get is the E10 . . . I have 3 motorbikes, but park the best one in the living room . . . Go to Brighton, you can stay in the park, as long as noone sees your tent . . . that was when my second wife left me . . . ” What an anorak.
There were few people on board so I could have a large section of floor to myself. It was quite a good sleep – better than under the tarp. They also had a shower on board, so I could disembark lemony fresh!