It was smooth sailing the whole way. We arrived at Dover with our boat waiting and just as before we were the first to drive on – obviously they remembered She Hannibal from our crossing from France a few days earlier.



By the time we arrived in France it was quite late but Greg catch and She Hannibal still had some drive left in them and so we carried on until we were nearly half way to Paris. We crashed on the side of the road and got a few hours kip before headeding off again.
We planned to do our business quickly and leave that very evening as our stay in London was a bit longer than expected and we had a rendezvous with a couple of hot chicks in Milano.
Driving through the streets of Paris was a lot of fun. Everyone seemed to like the Bus especially since we had added a new sticker – a big pair of red lips- oo la la!
I went to Lazy Dog and Colette – the two best shops in Paris to deliver magazines (thanks Sam from WAD for hooking us up) and then the only thing left to do was to collect Ozzy’s dog box from a vetenerian clinic on the outskirts of paris, deposited there from a previous adventure.



We got hopelessly lost, tired and hungry, and we decided to stop for the night. We started looking for a crash site but it proved difficult; She Hannibal is very beautiful although a little on the large side and has a very extravagant style.
Eventually we found a nice spot by the side of the river underneath the Eiffel Tower, and got the dinner on and the Frisbee out.



We had a nice surprise when Raphael from “Spin Collective” came to visit. We didn’t know but in France the Frisbee is called “Le Disc” and the Spin Collective take disc sport to another level.  They play Urban Frisbee – bouncing the disc around the streets, over rooftops, across train tracks etc. It was a good meeting and we said auvoir with a promise of making something together soon.
We got our heads down. I slept outside and it was lucky Ozzy was there as he protected me from the thousands of rats scuttling around our bed.
Next morning with clear heads we found Ozzy’s dog box and headed south towards Geneva. The road was lovely. We watched the landscape change the further south we went and with a dutch soundtrack from Rueben and the Buutvrij boys (www.buutvrij.net) we cruised passed Geneva and found a cracking  spot by a glacial river under the magnificent Mont Blanche where we camped down and got the dinner on. Ozzy was happy to be finally in the nature and bounced around the place sniffing and looking for rabbits and foxes. The sun went down, its last rays hitting the top of the mountain and we fell into a happy and deep sleep thinking about our next adventure in Italy and our FSM apperitivo on Thursday night.