|Waiting at a lock|
Today has been a bit of an unexpected one. Luke woke up coughing and feeling sick again and soon decided he wanted to see a doctor. So that became today's job.
After another leisurely breakfast I set off for a shower and was hurried along by the Vers caravan park lady who was closing the facilities in 5 minutes. And never mind the "no smoking" signs, she was going to wait inside for me and smoke while I washed my hair. Bloody caravan parks, same silly rules no matter where you go. No toilet seats either. I'm certain that if I pay for facilities, I shouldn't have to balance precariously on a cold porcelain rim.
|Inside the boat|
|Heading up the river|
Pulled into the St Gery dock with the aim of going to the boulangerie and supermarket. Both closed. Monday. Lunchtime. But of course.
We also set about finding a doctor. Thankfully a lady at the Medical-Social office spoke english and made an appointment for Luke - at 8pm. We then realised the pharmacie would be closed by then. Cue the search to either get an earlier appointment of obtain the antibiotics without a doctor.
The Pharmacie people were really helpful, the good-looking English speaking lady there knows someone from Brisbane. She did her best to help us out, rang Dr Marc back in Touraine but he wasn't there and the receptionist said Luke should just see the doctor anyway. They solved the issue of being closed by pointing out the night bell.
We went for a ride up a farm lane for 1km, found the bridge and also the local camping area. The river was too low there to moor properly which was a shame as we would have liked to have moved there. Rode back.
Made minestrone for tea, despite the heat. Very nice. Finally went up to the doctor's surgery. No receptionist (which is strange, it baffled us when we tried to make an earlier appointment). Waited a while.
Outside I saw a car that had a BIC loco on it. As in BIC the biro pen. We laughed at the idea of how clicky the locks would be. Also, if it didn't work you'd have to push it around in circles until it started. Then you'd drive off and always know where you'd been.
There are lots of Renault cars here with a "Picasso" logo on them. We've been giggling at the idea of a Picasso car, with only 3 wheels, all on one side, the driving wheel on the roof, 2 dimensional and confusing.
Also laughed at the ad in a women's magazine for perfume - skinny model tips 3 litre perfume bottle up on herself. Nice.
Our doctor was young, groovily bearded and didn't speak a word of English. My carefully prepared bit of writing helped get us through and we did very well for ourselves. Poor guy working so late and his last patients are two confused tourists gesturing and jabbering wildly. Weirdly, we paid him direct with cash and he did all the money handling himself.
And then we set off on our bikes back to the boat. Cycling in little French villages is fun.
Luke now has 5 different types of drugs to take. Here's hoping it works and we can get back on track with our boating. I'd planned to visit Grotte de Peche Merle tomorrow but instead we'll get to St Cirq Lapopie and see the cave on the way back. I need to ring and book too. It's a 10km bike ride to the cave and our bikes are only very simple so I hope there's no hills. Better that Luke has a day to recover before we do this.
Need to do more exercise. My belly seems to be huge at present, always full of food. So much for being thin in September.