Camping night at the beach?

My first Sunday back from Paris, we tried to do a test run of camping at the beach at Port Saint-Louis. A good time, even if it was an ultimate failure due to the fact that the Mistral was blowing so strong.


First off, we forgot to bring charcoal. Thus, Rémy and Cédric went searching for wood-type material and found some reed type stuff (not quite wood not quite a normal plant) to burn. Unfortunately, we deemed it impossible to fit this into the small grill that we brought. Thus, Cédric decided it'd be a good idea to dig a hole in the sand and just use that. Problem: we didn't have a shovel. Creativty reigns.


Céd and the hole


How many men does it take to dig a hole?
Answer: two.
I was amused. As such, I got sand flicked at me by a certain Mr. R. Santucci. Such a gentleman.

The best part about this hole, is that it proved to be unnecessary. When Émérick and Jérôme arrived, they brought charcoal. I think we may have ended up putting the grill down in the whole, but I'm not even sure. Obviously, it was not me that did the grilling.



A plant across the way was burning excess gas. Thus, we had a decent amount of light even late at night. This would be me trying to test my night photo-taking abilities on my camera. Decent

All in all a fun night, even if it did end in failure. At around 2am, me and the guys (because I was the only girl with 5 men, of course), tried to see if we'd even be able to pitch the tents. We tried to pitch Rémy's and he almost became a kite. As such, we packed up and headed home for the night. Pity. But, my bed IS comfortable, so it was okay.

To me, one of the very cool things about being here is that we can spend the time like this at the beach, relaxing, and then go home at night. It's just a thing to do for an afternoon, not like a vacation where you have to spend as much time as possible or if the weather is bad you're really upset. Here, we just say, "oh too bad, guess we'll go next weekend."

Oh Provence, comme je t'aime.