Out of the sudden on a Thursday
evening I received a whatsapp containing the message that I was booked for
superbike France! Yay me! I was so excited, because these chances aren't
comparable with the amount of drops in a pour down.
So, Friday we were on our way to our lovely France in
a jarring camper fully packed with luggage, my boss and four other girls. It
was a jolly and a delicious ride (because there was loads of food on board and
I had good company). In 9 lengthy hours we managed to get to the F1 hotel. With
messed up hair and with a face like a dead goat I went there for a shower,
regretting that I hadn't brought my pink flip flops. Because you see, not all
showers are as clean as mine at home. Even before pushing the shower stud I a
managed to drop my clean knickers on the wet and dirty, overwhelmed with other
human hair and bacterial floor. Not very jippy ayay if I may say. Even though,
realizing that I was in Nevers cheered me up. After showering I stumbled back
to the camper where I crawled into my bed (upper bed of a bunk bed) with my
sleepy head and fell asleep...tomorrow I would visit Magny-Cours.
To be
continued....
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