I made it to France on the AF flight, and it was with little sleep. The A 380 was pretty cool to fly in, and surprisingly it deplaned pretty quick for close to 500 people. After landing, I left my keyboard on the plane, and another passenger saw it and ran up as I was going up the elevator , so the blog lives on.
The Charles de Gaulle airport is pretty large, and I walked a lot of it trying to find out where the rest of the group was, and finally found them at the Avis rent a car counter in 2C or D or something like that.
Q, Marcus, Bernie, and 2 Mikes.
We loaded up and headed to the first place Thiepval Memorial for lost soldiers. 78,000 missing, but something like 500,0000 per side killed. A very nice day with a ton of laughs from the crew.
We got advice on where to eat, and ended up at Ocean Villas at Avril’s Tearoom. She had a refurbished farm house with a trench that had been excavated in back. Very cool. The town was actually called Auchenvillers, but the “Tommys” from WWI Britain called it ocean villas.
Our travels were in mostly agricultural field after field and the GPS routed us through a lot of single lane roads through the fields. Fields of sugar beets or something, with large piles of harvested ones were almost everywhere.
We got to Dunkirk, and the Ibis hotel, all the group showed up and it was a veritable homecoming party in the lobby.
Great being with the buds again and rehashing old stories.
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