| Heavy rains start in the morning and our water resistance
clothes are all wet. My woman cares for her car and everything inside our
net. Her rules to leave the wet coat on the stirring wheel are strict, the
doors have to be closed immediately: "No rain drop, no mosquito is
allowed inside my car!" And the rains keep falling and falling with
lightning and thunderstorms all over the day.
We explore for hours the Avignon Pope Palace, build centuries ago, when
there have been Popes in Rom and in Avignon. The grand old buildings
astonish my woman, she admires the splendour: ''Bhagwan had not much
compared with all these richness!''
Coming home to the Camping Place near the river Rhone, the lazy flowing
waters start to run quicker and quicker. A view over the fence of the
place give the glimpse, that the waters of the river are above the camping
place. In the reception is a book with the flood catastrophe just one year
ago: All of the place was flooded one meter or higher. So we want to leave
our place and stay a little bit safer on the street to the exit. |
Camping Place Avignon - Pool for us alone
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| But the car does not move out of the mud anymore. The wheels
loose all grip on the slippery ground. My woman is angry: ''You enjoy the
Avignon Pope Palace, even one hour in the Internet Cafe, but you don't
care for the car, the rain, me and shelter!'' How can a man shelter a
woman against these thunder strokes, rainy times, slippery ground,
mosquitoes, growing floods and traffic noise? Her angry mood makes me look
for help. Four young Germans from a travelling group and the night guard
of the Camping Place help, to push her car out of the mud on a save street
to leave. With a lot of wet clothes in the car we leave Avignon in the
morning to the South. And the sun. |
View from the Camping Place to Pope Palace
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