13-3. GREEN CAR COMES TO FRANCE

As morning came the weather had cleared up. In the cafe downstairs some the carnival "women" came in, still in their costumes. The big parade was to start at 12 and volunteers were cooking soup in big pots for the whole town. We were very impressed with Port Bou's communal joy. Nevertheless we decided to drive on. The road climbed steeply up to the border with France. Down it went in hairpin bends right at the brink with the sea far below. Green Car raced down on tires we can hardly see are worn after the tour across the USA. In the distance the snowy peaks of the Pyrenees shone in the sun. In the evening we found a tiny campsite in St. Paul de-Fenouillet with power for Green Car. Hjalte cooked dinner on the camp-stove and then we sat in the car hooked up on the net with our Thrane&Thrane satellite antenna. A light drizzle fell when we zipped up the sleeping bags.

Nina