​​“I'm in a country I know nothing about, in a tent that's broken in the worst storm I'm ever encountered​”

​Dijon-Luxembourg​

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​​​​​​Time for yet another tent up and get moving. But, the miles per day were to be getting shorter now, as we were in the psychological France/home straight bit (i.e. if we broke down here, we could technically tell them England and they’d have to comply).
 

A short drive and we were in Dijon. Apparently mustard is from here. Not sure Alan Partridge would agree. But, as with all French stuff, it had a pretty impressive hotel de ville, and like any good European city it had more than it’s fair share of fountains in squares.

Meg fiddled around with a shop full of petit bottles of mustard, and I fiddled around trying to find free wifi. As we were on strict budget control, it was another sandwich at the side of a motorway stop, before heading into Luxembourg.

I would like to stress now, that there was absolutely no reason to visit Luxembourg, except for the fact that it would mean we had done 20 countries. 19 does not have a feng shui ring to it.

I would also like to talk to you about what Luxembourg was like, but we kind of found a camp site on the edge of the France/Luxembourg border and camped up there. Without any real interest in seeing the city. But, from the distance it looked nice enough. The only things I can tell you is that a) it’s another Lichenstein type tax haven, b) supposedly they speak Luxembourgese or something and c) campsite owners are a little bit racist – for no obvious reason.

So, yet another camp night. Still a total pain, still only about 20 euros cheaper than a bed, but without any of the 18th century luxuries of a bed, some water, and so on. But, I am impressed with how we can now rig up the laptop into the boot, and watch TV on it on our camping chairs. Just the same as watching the open air cinema next in Sydney – the back drop just being a static caravan rather than the Opera House…