Louise has done her marathon sprint to the UK and back and Alex went with her to the airport to see her off. The airport link bus journey is in two stages – €2 to Senlis and then a further €5.70 from Senlis to Charles de Gaulle airport. The trip by Alex was a last minute decision and so it was not until he arrived at the airport that he discovered he had a four hour wait to catch the same bus back!
However, further enquiry at the bus station showed that there was a bus to another town – Creil – and then a train back to Compiègne. This even left him half an hour to suss out Creil itself (for moorings) but more importantly, as the train entered Compiègne Alex spotted something he had already spent considerable time looking for – viz a skip at the back of a motor car repair shop full of old exhaust systems and the like!
So after lunch, onto the trusty old bike, back to the garage and try to communicate with the man behind the desk what he was looking for. After several minutes of incomprehension and miscomprehension on both sides they went round to the skip, and Monsieur said, “Help yourself”. (Actually he said “Servez-vous” but this is one expression we understand perfectly now!) So with two old exhaust systems and an extremely difficult bike ride Alex was back at the boat rebuilding the water separator and exhaust system for the genny. (Just not happy with the separator as it was – failing to completely separate the water.)
By the time Louise got back to Riccall after her hectic 3 days in the UK the genny was all done and almost perfect. In fact it was so good you couldn’t hold a candle to it!
Alex has adopted a slightly unconventional approach but believes that in doing so he has ended up with the best of both a wet and a dry exhaust system. (Anybody interested in the details email Alex for a full, if boring, description!)
We are getting to know Compiègne quite well now – still here waiting for HSBC, but we have made good use of the time. Last week we tackled a small area of the saloon roof paintwork but discovered millscale under the failing paintwork which will require a more robust approach. Jeff at the boatyard has discovered some special grindwheels which will be up to the job, if we can get them to us. (I should have listened to Jeff, when he said, “Leave the new steelwork to rust for longer”!)
On Sunday we sanded down and undercoated the whole of the wheelhouse roof. On Monday it was cold and windy and Tuesday showery, but we just had to get the topcoat on before the undercoat hardened too much. At 11 am Louise said, “Look, blue sky! Let’s get going.” Alex said “No, it’s going to rain in half an hour or so” and it did. Then at 2pm Louise said, “Look, sunny again” and Eyore Alex said “I shouldn’t be surprised if it rains again in an hour”, but we did it anyway and Louise was right: it didn’t rain till ages after when the paint had dried!
HSBC tell us that our card is at last at Creil. So we’re off, and a pleasant day was spent on the river with 4 or 5 locks till we reached Creil. We rounded up and moored on a nice grassy bank with shapely trees in their full spring green splendour. And when we got to the bank sure enough they had the card – but not the PIN number!
Well, we didn’t really expect to be able to open the bubbly just yet. So another call to Veronique at HSBC Lille who said she’d call back in a few minutes.
This of course didn’t happen, so we pre-empted and rang Jean our next door neighbour at home to ask her to go through the post to see if she could find said PIN Number. While she was in the house doing so, the postman actually delivered the very letter and bingo! – we have the PIN number which, more importantly, WORKS.
So off to SFR to get the dongle and thus access to Neuf wi-fi. But – Oh no you don’t. They want bank details, PIN number, passports, proof of address – no, not an address in England, an address in France! We are visitors, we have a French bank account but obviously as we are travellers we don’t have an address in France. Bad luck then. No SFR dongle, no Neuf wi-fi access. Finis!!!” Bloody French – I hate them! I hate them! I hate them! They break all the rules when it helps them: sticklers for the rules if it hinders others.
But we are not beaten yet. There are other avenues to be gone down. Keep reading for the next thrilling instalment of the subplot – Getting on the Internet in France.
In the meantime we have given up on Creil, especially with our usual knack of arriving in the thick of a festival of some sort. We found our lovely moorings were right beside the loudest live pop venue for Saturday night – over a wall admittedly, but no further than 20 metres from the sound stage! Our neighbouring live-aboards warned us that it wouldn’t finish till 2 o’clock in the morning, so we moved half a kilometre downstream on the pretext of filling our water tanks with free water from a supply there and stayed for the night. And were we glad we had moved! The noise was unbelievable, but we did manage a reasonable night before setting off in the morning for Pontoise north west of Paris where we are now.
And who should appear today coming upstream but Julian in Santanna. He had been almost to England and back while we had been pottering in fits and starts to Pontoise! but at least he could give us some good gen on moorings ahead of us down the Seine.
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