Can this really be happening?
A DAY after we pick up Foxy from the port in Venice and drive all day and halfway into the night to reach Albertville in France, she breaks down. The clutch does not engage.
We had no option but to leave her at a garage this morning. We were lucky there was one just a few metres away from where we literally just stopped moving.
We spent the day at the local McDonald's eating breakfast, and then lunch and dinner. It's the only place in town with free Wi-Fi access.
We decided to sod it all and left Foxy in the care of the competent French mechanic and took the overnight train to St. Malo via Paris. We are awaiting the ferry across to Jersey, now.
This is definitely not the grand entrance we wanted to make to end our epic journey. It feels like we're missing a big part of our threesome, and we are. But we'll spend a few days with family in Jersey, then head back down to the Alps to pick up Foxy.
C'est la vie, n'est-ce pas?
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