Imagine Brugge mixed with Venice, add a subtle hint of the Swiss and throw the backdrop of the Sound of Music behind it all. That my dear friends, is Annency. Oh! And Tourists! Can't forget the flaming tourists...
But anyway, the town of Annency was tremendously busy. Like Newcastle on derby day busy, but not as hostile and significantly less football fans. We tried to park, we really did, but Annency is the place to be in August (apparently). So after much hoo-ing, har-ing and argue-ing we found THE BEST CAMPSITE EVER.
It wasn't really the best ever. But as you can imagine when you've been driving all day, were wild camping the night before, are in desperate need of a hot shower, really want to stretch your cramped legs and can't stand two more minutes in such close proximity to your nearest and dearest, anything will do. Luckily our 'anything' was pretty decent, one of the best of the trip actually.
After hooking up the electrics etc and getting ready we got ze bus into town from the most difficult to find bus stop ever in the history of the universe. After locating the stop – which wasn't actually a stop at all but a restaurant half a mile down the road – the bus ride was only about 15 mins. Thank goodness.
As always when we're in a strange land we end up attracting the attention of an Englishman. He was a tall, dark, handsome rugby player who fell madly in love with me. But to everyone else he looked like a 65 year old photographer with an ipad... After chatting about world travel, retirement and lawsuits (it's not what you think, I swear) we went for food, ice cream and got the bus back to our campsite, La Nubliere.
Finished off by a dip in the lake, we had a pretty sweet afternoon.
