St-Jean-de-Losne (and bejond)
lots of km
Today the lad and myself set off to retrieve the car and trailer from Corre. We get up less bright but very early to catch the train from St-Jean to Dijon.
Its a lovely walk along the river to the train station.
The TER regional train arrives in time, we hop on and soon we reached Dijon. Definitely a place that would justify a visit. But we have only minutes to spare to change to the TGV to Besançon. And what an amazing train that is. 380 clicks and no rattle nor shake. Much too soon we reach Besançon Franche-Comté. A brand new train station in the middle of nowhere, built just for the TGV. A very interesting building, but again we have to rush to catch the bus to Vesoul. This is a much more rustic affair. But after a long winded trip through the French countryside the bus arrives at Vesoul.
Here we have to spend almost 3 hours to wait for the bus to Jussey-Gare. To cut the short story even shorter: There is not much wrong with Vesoul. Mostly because there isn’t much. After about 5 minutes we have walked through the town center. Found the statue of an old geezer.
Finally we board the bus to Jussey-Gare. Time to ring a up a taxi to get us to Corre. But one of the two numbers I looked up from the web rings out. The other one reaches a friendly gentleman, who insists I shall ring back after 4 o’clock, as then his daughter would be around. And she would speak better English…
I would not mind to make the acquaintance of his daughter, but I need a taxi now. I approach a teenager who is the only other passenger in the bus. He must know the daughter, as he also speaks English. He rings the taxi gentleman on my behalf and things are sorted.
At Jussey-Gare we find this vehicle. The lad is all cars at the moment, so he is very much delighted.
20€ later the taxi drops us of at Corre. Of course the marina staff enjoy their well deserved lunch break. So we have to wait another hour, to get our car keys back and the compound unlooked. And then we are finally under way back to St-Jean. The trip is rather adventurous . Especially when the Garmin decides to guide me down a lane that is exactly 2inches wider than the trailer. At the end of the lane I cannot get out as there is no space to turn with the trailer hitched to the car. So we have to unhitch the trailer, drive the Landy out to the “main road” and then manhandle the trailer behind. I do hate satnavs. With a passion.
Eventually we reach St-Jean. We ring The IO to bring the boat up to the rowing club jetty, next to the slipway. There is plenty of space to leave car and trailer for the night.
We set of out to a last swim in the river. Much needed in the heat. Back to St-Jean we tie to Pete’s boat, as the quay is full with boats.
Another evening finds us boozing with Pete and a couple from an English narrowboat. All very nice with music in the background, as there a concert in the Salon de The next door. When they close the intoxicated crowd moves out to continue their party next to the boat. Usually I wouldn’t mind and join in, but we need to get up early tomorrow. Thus we set up for a little cruise up the river to the rowing club. Nice and quiet.