That's the story of our last lock before the majestic river Garonne, a living, moving river, subject to the tide, the last stop before the ocean!
Ahah! You're surprised! You're caught thinking "Hey, here's yet another story about Sweety the snail, hey, it's Sweety the turtle again"! From now, you'll call us Sweety the Rocket. Or Flash Sweety. It's up to you!
Disorientated? We were...on almost every level ;)
In the end we would have done it quicker by bike! But it allowed us to taste the flavors of yesteryear: the slowness of traveling by donkey or stagecoach! Just a little noisier!
And that's how a trip can be both so friendly and lonely! Don't worry, the roles were reversed every day, giving a strange schizophrenic side to the journey 🙃
Despite the noise, we still thank our little outboard motor that will have joined us for this adventure...
