Day 2 - Le Mans to Biarritz

The day starts slowly as we manage to pull our weary bones out of bed. Due to the hours difference the time is 8:30 and it's still dark outside. The weather is the complete opposite to yesteday's clear blue skies with low cloud and heavy rain.

We pack and checkout of the hotel, before leaving, I ask the receptionist for directions to the world famous Le Mans race track. She doesn't seem to know but just writes on a piece of paper the names of towns and points in the direction of the motorway we used to get here. I suppose now is a good enough time to share with you all my theory on getting directions. I'm a man, and quite frankly we never like getting directions in the first place, this implies that we don't know what were doing and this hurts our ego. And since women now rule the world, our ego is all we have left. However, if you ask someone for directions and they tell you straight away then thats fine. Any sign of hesitation or err-ing means they probably havn't got a clue and your going to spend the next half an hour driving around before you realse they've sent you in the wrong direction. This was the type of woman the receptionist was. We set off along the motorway towards tours but as the miles clicked by (as they do when your doing 80 legally, you have to love the french for that) we never saw a sign for the racetrack and our hops of a nice photo opportunity are gone....

Having missed our photo opportunity we put in some quick miles in along virtually deserted French toll roads. i assume the french are too tight to pay the tolls. We arrive in Biarritz about 5pm and soon find a hotel, the hotel Tulip hits the spot nicely, it's decently priced and really nice. sarah and I unpack and have a quick change and hit the town. Biarritz is absolutly lovely, it had a great harbour and lots of nice restuarants and shops, none of your Primark here, the high street is full of Prada and expensive jewelry shops.

We arrainge via text to meet up with Witches Abroad who have driven all the wat from Pembroke to Biarritz in one day. They arrive about 8pm and we decide to hit the town. The girls are knackered but we decide to stroll back into town and have a meal. I decide to have a steak, which is a brave as I have to have mine cooked properly, but they do I well done as I ordered and it and a great meal is had by all. After that we have a cheeky after dinner drink in a local Irish Pub (every town must have one) and they it's off to bed for a good nights sleep ahead of another long days driving tomorrow.