5th July 2011, Bordeaux bound.
An enormous motorcycle appears in front of out unregistered English piece of junk (as dodgy looking as they get. Mind you it does get you from A to B and Hossegor to Bordeaux is around 250kms, it succeeds in doing that.) The man in a navy uniform with the word 'DOUANE' clearly labelled on his back, points at us to follow him. His blue light flashes the same speed as our escalated hearts. We follow him to a destination where 10 police are standing awaiting out arrival. A mixture of hands on hips, hands behind backs, chests high and an essence of power oozing from their stance. Intimidation at its best.
Asked to get out of the car, we wait as our bags are searched and a dog sniffs the entirety of the interior. The powerful, fearsome police glare and ask 'marijuana? cannabis?' Nothing of the sort was found nor did we have any.
Sigh of relief our journey was not stopped there.
Had a quick cuddle with the skilful Labrador named Fresh and we were on our way to the airport. I, off to England for the Nike 6.0 Night Surf in Newquay and sisters Nicola and Jess to Lagos, Portugal to continue their European travels.
Another experience, another potential obstacle. All moments in life are to be enjoyed. Adrenaline filled or not.
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