Margot says:
It has been somewhat of a talking point in our family of the tale of my brother Bryan's encounter with his first round-a-bout on one of his trips to France.
Catherine felt very proud of herself on Day 3 (Amiens to Limoges) when she navigated her way around at least 50 round-a-bouts in one day. We were sick to death of Tomasina (my nickname for the TomTom GPS we are so fortunate to have in our possession) repeatedly saying "at the next round-a-bout take the second exit". The only role I played in navigating our way around the labyrinth of round-a-bouts was to count the exits to ensure that we took the right one.
On occasion I slipped up and we would take the wrong one and Tomasina would quite patiently - in her clipped English accent - tell us: "when possible, please turn around".
Amazingly, the next day (Day 4, Limoges to Puisserguier) there was a dearth of round-a-bouts and so driving was rather plain sailing. However, for those who know me well and my dislike of driving through tunnels (even Melbourne's CityLoop!) day 4 was rather trying as there were several tunnels we needed to go through to reach our destination. I held my breath as I went through each tunnel, unsure as to why I think this will help my tunnel-anxiety!
The amusing thing about the tunnels is that at the beginning of a tunnel, there is a sign which indicates you are approaching one. The tunnels are that darned big no sign is really necessary. What is even more amusing is that after exiting a tunnel, about 20 metres on, there is yet another sign indicating that we have left the tunnel!
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