The search for the missing spot

After a few days of absolute quiet near Aubusson d'Auvergne, my soul was still lingering somewhere, it felt like it was time to move on. I had found a great spot on the 'Park4night' app. After a hearty breakfast and a stroll around the lake, Knut was unusually slow, sneaking rather than walking - he probably sensed that we should be on our way - off we went.

The chosen spot was also supposed to be by a lake near the small village of Mormoiron. I urgently needed to recharge my on-board batteries, as I required electricity after the days spent off-grid.

After driving 350 kilometers and with very little enthusiasm, I arrived in Mormoiron. But where was the parking spot? The GPS told me it was right in front of me. All I could see was a vacant and fenced-off gravel lot, which, with a lot of imagination, didn't resemble an official parking spot at all. I drove around in circles. The only thing that was very obvious was that campers were definitely not welcome here. Prohibition signs, height and width restrictions were abundant. Yes, I thought, then screw you all. I was done driving, that was enough.

So, I once again drove in the dark for another 7.5 km to Bédoin to a Camping Car Park. I could look around tomorrow.

While driving here, along the Route de soleil, my camper suddenly started making strange noises that I couldn't identify. So, I lay down in the dark - it was supposed to rain tomorrow! - under my camper hoping to see something.

Indeed, I discovered a fallen insulation mat that was supposed to dampen the noise of the chassis from the driver's cabin. The mat lay directly on the chassis, it surely didn't belong there! But where was it even attached? I was a bit puzzled, after all, I'm not a car mechanic.

Well, somehow this problem had to be solved. So I quickly grabbed a few cable ties and secured this thing to the underside, probably more or less how it must have been attached before. Whatever, it was secure. So all was well, I thought.

The day after next, I planned to move on. I didn’t really like it here at all and everything in me resisted staying here any longer. The day after my arrival, during a walk, we had been attacked by a wild dog. Two Spanish construction workers came to our aid. Surely I could have let Knut handle it, he’s big and strong enough. But I wanted to avoid any potential bite wounds and infections. Who knows if that wild dog was healthy?

Today, we were supposed to head towards the Cote d'Azur, I was in good spirits and looking forward to sun, beach, and sea. The distance for today wasn’t very long, so we should be there shortly after noon.