Sail away with Paul Chopin.

A leisurely drive up to Geneva with plenty of stops for tea and lunch. On my previous trip to Switzerland I had to buy an annual vignette so I intended by-passing Switzerland to get into Geneva. However TomTom had sent me to the Swiss border along the motorway. I managed to find a gap in the central reservation and headed away from Switzerland. At the first chance I pulled over to re-programme TomTom to take me to my address avoiding tolls. A few miles down the road we actually entered Switzerland but we continued, finally getting to our destination untroubled. My aunt had expected us much earlier and apologised for the meal which she claimed was over-cooked. Tasted fine to me. A look over the house and at Tom’s homemade coffee machine, some more cake, more conversation and it was time to go out for an evening meal. We were taken to a restaurant that had a very good reputation and, judging by the number of people coming through the door, we thought it must be good. Food and drink orders taken, drinks came out without a problem. The first course was served at different times and the snails course that I had ordered was not the one (initially and partly consumed) that I ordered. This was rectified but then the second course was being served before all had finished the starter and before they had cleaned away the plates! My aunt had to wait at least 10 minutes after everyone else had started their second course before she received hers. Desserts were had by some, teas and coffees before the bill arrived. For the service and quality of the food I thought it was overpriced. Back at the house a good nightcap was had before retiring for the night. A good hearty ‘english’ was had and we said our goodbyes. Back on the open road we headed for Calais with plenty of time for the shuttle. Food and tea stops enroute we arrived in Calais with three hours before our shuttle time. We popped into Carrefour for some wines and beers and then filled up with diesel before getting to the terminal. Apparently all the trains were fully booked so we had some time to wait until ours. Once on board the shuttle there was time for a bit of sleep before we got to Folkestone. Only another 40 minutes and we would be back home. What a trip, and we still haven’t sailed Electron!