Anyway we at least had plan 'B' up our sleeve -so it was back to the car. Not nearly as inexpensive - the bus journey both ways for the two of us would have been 6.80 euro all in. The drive up saw us passing bus stops in places like Veigne where we wondered if we should have let the waiting people know that the bus wasn't coming but traffic conditions made this difficult (the usual Frenchman stuck to my car's rear magnet).
Now to my orientation problem, no matter how many times I have driven in this way I expect the stations to be on my right hand side and I am always surprised to see the tourist office and the theatre's 'skip' jutting out from my right - it always feels as if the city has been turned on its head! I'm sure the problem is only mine "my name is Jim Craig and I'm a man who finds Tour disorientating"
The office visit was handled very well by Pauline, who always underestimates her French, as she had the necessary photocopies of all we needed and more in reserve, well you never know! It was also made easier by the very pleasant and helpful lady behind the desk.
That done we headed for a coffee - almost as expensive as our bus fares would have been- and then decided that our planned lunch would have to be forgone due to the lack of cheap travel - and anyway we're lunching again tomorrow in Barrou.
Before heading back to the car I wanted an explanation as to why the bus hadn't turned up so did the manly thing and sent Pauline into the information desk to ask - well its she who has the French! She seemed to be doing a lot of talking and I thought perhaps she was negotiating the return of our additional travelling expenses - but no - turns out she had misread the timetable and the bus we were waiting for only runs during the summer or on school holidays. It's as well we didn't tell the waiting passengers in Veigne that their bus was not coming as they were obviously waiting on a different one! Interestingly our 10.29 from LGP does not run on Wednesdays as its not a school day nor on public holidays, so she can be forgiven for this misunderstanding. Anyway she never did pass her diploma in French timetable reading -I'm sure there must be one - nor indeed geography - but then that's another story...
Perhaps the moral of this tale is to get up early next time!
ReplyDeleteOur trouble is beginning to be that our arms are not long enough to read the small print on the timetable ...
We've tried to read timetables in Belgium... makes the French ones easy! Everything is on the timetable... and everything has a little number against it that refers to the exceptions smallprint... which is on the back of the timetable [only space large enough]... alright, if fiddly, when you have a folding pocket copy and there isn't a high wind... but they use the same timetable, unfolded, in the bus stop. If it was trapped between two windows... fine you just need two people... one outside the shelter, one inside.... but, more often than not I've noticed that they are in a metal-backed timetable window... you can't see the back! A local timetable for local people.
ReplyDeleteAnd the ones in Mallorca are obviously printed by the same firm...