Karaoke nightmare

Last night was our worst night yet in a campground, hands down. The karaoke blared until 11:40 pm — drunken, off-tune renditions of French pop songs sung so loudly we could barely talk to each other in our tent. We played hearts, read James Harriot, and cringed at the singing until nearly 11 pm because there was no point trying to sleep.

Around 10:50 Dave went to talk to the DJ, who promised they would quit in 15 minutes. 25 minutes later, off I went to confront the man again. I told him I had a sick daughter who needed to sleep. He repeated this information into the microphone to the crowd, and they booed me loudly and rudely. I had no choice but to turn and walk away.

(Isn’t that the coolest Strasbourg sculpture?!)

So tonight, we are tucked into beds in two air conditioned, quiet hotel rooms. Ahhhh. This is the life. The bikes are stowed in a hotel storage room.

The ride this morning was just 15 miles — a welcome break for our creaky bodies and tired brains.

Strasbourg is beautiful and bustling. We cycled right to the cathedral and then paused to research hotels.

After a long afternoon rest (naps, books, baths), we had fun exploring the old part of town on foot. 

Tomorrow temperatures should be ten degrees cooler. We hope Ruby’s miserable condition of red, itchy eyes and stuffed up nose will be improved by a good night’s sleep. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll even feel ready to brave a French campground again...

— Liv