A quick border hop and I was back in France ... somewhere where I could make a reasonable hash of the language at least! My final night in San Sebastian was, as maybe figured, a huge one, and there were a distinct number of other greenish looking souls on the 8am bus the next morning. Fortunately, we were in Bordeaux only a few hours later and a catch-up sleep awaited. After weeks of snacky tapas eating I'd decided that a proper sit-down meal was in order - bouncy Aussie lass Jacqui agreed so we proceeded to gorge ourselves on a shoulder of lamb, with roast potatoes, green beans and stuffed tomatoes ... slathered in copious amounts of gravy. Oh, and dessert and wine too. And worth every euro cent it was too, I tell you. The next day was the wine tour - an equal blend of octagenarian tourists and wine-hungry backpackers - through the region to the west of the city. The fruits of two picturesque vineyards awaited our greedy consumption: both family-run concerns and both staffed by interesting, friendly French folk (it's true, they were nice!). The inclement weather finally broke that afternoon ... enough for the sun to do it's intoxication enhancing schtick, and for us to roll back to the hotel ready for more napping and another travel day ahead.
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