CHAPTER 1
"One half of the nation is mad - the other not very sound." Tobias Smollett
Home; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11; Chapter 12.
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Here we are at the house in Britain - all ready to go. This the car the police insisted was a yellow Saab convertible. 'Yes', I thought, 'and its converted into a Chrysler Voyager'. Perhaps "Chubby" needed to have an eye test - or perhaps the lights in the dark had played tricks on him. And there's the trailer tent! I hadn't even erected the thing properly before we left - in case it got wet. I only discovered later that the canvas should get a good soaking before use; apparently, it makes it waterproof.
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Britain way back over the horizon. France, and our first great meal, only hours away. But the weather was not looking kind - and my head was not being kind either. Those extra drinks, while reminiscing about the events that led to our decision to escape Britain, were taking their toll. |
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Jesse and Josh making sure the Captain knew where we were headed - France! |
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Home; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11; Chapter 12.
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