Memory loss

‘Do you remember what we did in Tours?’ Mum and I still question each other but either of us can’t recall anything in detail. It was because we were more concerned about mum’s injury than paying attention to our first French city since our road trip eleven months ago.

From Caen Ferry Port to Tours was about 274km and the journey took us just under 3 hours.

Fortunately, the hotel we checked in had a lift so it made our life a lot easier, especially mine as I had to carry all the luggage.

After unpacking, we shared a bottle of beer and discussed how the day went. ‘Hope I will feel less pain tomorrow.’, mum said longingly and I nodded very hard because I couldn’t agree with her more.

One thing I remember clearly was the receptionist at the hotel. He told me that Aikido was his hobby and I taught him typical Japanese greetings such as konnichiwa, konbanwa and matane.

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Road trip commences…

Ever since my mum has gone home, I am like a deflated balloon. Feeling flat and tired, the only thing I want to do is climbing into a bed and going to sleep. Obviously, the long distance driving did take its toll on me in some way and I am still feeling the effect of it. But also, my mum’s departure has taken all the excitement with it, and now, I am missing all those special moments I shared with her very badly. Hubbie is doing his best to cheer me up but he is not a giggly funny type of person like my mum. Even the weather since the road trip was over is not very great, cool and cloudy. Oh well, I have to accept that it will take sometime before I feel like my usual self again because I was looking forward to seeing her for a long time. Now, the most treasured event is over and this massive comedown is unavoidable…

Anyway, let’s focus on our road trip!

I had been planning this trip which was to visit Bavaria, southern Germany, for a long time. The holiday nearly materialised during the autumn of 2015. However, Mr.B’s condition suddenly worsened and the trip had to be cancelled at the last minute.

Why Bavaria, you may ask?

My late father was very fond of the area and often recounted to us how he was impressed with the beauty of those sweet medieval towns and villages found along the famed Romantische Straße – Romantic Road. I knew that he would have liked to treat my mum to the trip himself and to show her what moved him so much if he was still alive. So I decided to take her there and reminiscence about my lovely dad together.

During the previous planning, I was going to fly us to either Frankfurt or Munich and to use Romantic Road Bus to trace the route. However, mum’s knee and back weren’t so great this time round, therefore, I decided to take her by car.

‘Are you really sure you gonna drive all the way on your own?!’ Everyone who I confided about my ambitious plan gave me the same reaction. I knew it was going to be a long distance yet I also knew it would be doable as long as I limited the mileage to a realistic length everyday.

So our long dreamt mum & daughter road trip commenced…

Our Euro Tunnel ticket was booked for 8:20. So we left Shoreditch at 6:00 sharp. The traffic out of London was not as heavy as the one into London and we were at the terminal much earlier. The staff at the gate gave us a space on the train departing at 8:00 instead so we didn’t have to wait too long in their car park.

Mum posing with a French gendarmé…

I had driven on the other side of the road a few times in the past without any hitch. I hope it will be the same, I thought as I sipped a cup of mocha and nibbled on a pastry we bought at the Starbucks within the terminal building.

Romantic Road, here we come! Mum and I sang as we headed to the train…

The only drawback of travelling on Le Shuttle was the size of their windows…

As I was queuing to use the loo, fellow passengers and I joked how we were all a bit apprehensive about driving in the Continent. ‘”Centreline is on the co-driver’s side!” would be our new mantra!’ We all agreed as the announcement rang out that we would be arriving at Calais in 10 minutes.

Fingers crossed and touch wood!

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