Arrived in France
Without even a moment to catch our breath, we rented a car at the airport and headed south
I reserved a Toyota but what came out was a Renault
"Renault is also a good car," said the salesperson.
...Well, it's okay...
Let's pull ourselves together and get on board
The navigation system that came with the car was in French, which I still couldn't understand, so I tried connecting it to Google Maps on my phone, but it didn't work...
I had no choice but to rely on the car navigation system and set off.
I kept asking myself "???" every time the navigation system spoke French, but somehow I made it to the highway.
Although I was worried about the next seven hours, I was comforted by the beautiful scenery outside the window.
It's peaceful.
I got hungry on the way so I bought a sandwich at a service area.
But why do the French drive so fast?
As I watched the car pass me at a speed of over 150 kilometers per hour,
The flashy crash scenes from Hollywood movies are playing forever in my head...
In any case, we must maintain a speed of around 100 km/h.
Whenever I spotted a car-loving senior ahead of me, slowly driving at around 100kmph, I'd stick closely behind him, and when he pulled away I'd feel lonely, but when I found a new source of comfort, a car-loving senior, I'd follow him back, repeating this cycle several times...
As an aside, many of the drivers of Hokkori Speed cars were bearded men.
The weather was calm in the first half of the race, but after passing Lyon, heavy rain started like a storm and visibility was terrible...
Furthermore, as the sun went down, the only light on the unlit highway was the car headlights.
But the French are not slowing down
It's fast... it's scary...
Just as my tension and fear were reaching their peak, I somehow managed to get off the highway and headed down a pitch black country road to the hotel.
A narrow road with no street lights, barely wide enough for two cars to pass through
Just when you think you've made it past a speeding car, the road turns into a series of bumpy bumps that shake your car up and down violently.
Is this an attraction at USJ or something?
My heart is not at peace...
We finally arrived at the inn well past the scheduled check-in time we had requested.
Last check-in time is 7pm
Arrival time is 18:58
The reception was already dark and closed.
There are no shops or street lights around the area, and the accommodations are all independent condominium-style buildings.
The reception building is closed, so I can't reserve a room.
As I was at a loss, I happened to spot Monsieur passing by.
I begged them and cried, and they kindly showed me all sorts of things, and I was finally able to get into the room.
Feeling physically and mentally exhausted, I went straight to bed and fell asleep like a log.
