There I picked up the 24 years old Pajero that before departure needed a bit of fixing...Finally it was time to start the journey in earnest, but ferry prices were roaring at this time of year, and the difference of fares leaving from Barcelona or Sète minimal, calculating in the gazoil- thirsty Pajero I opted for the latter. Leaving the early morning I had a lovely summer day ahead to spend in Sète until the ferry was ready for departure in the early evening.
This was my first time in the sweet and tranquille port town. It has a very particular bridge (Picture) crossing the port channel (Picture). If bigger boats have to pass, it slides off to the side like a crane arm.
I was lucky that this Sunday (21 August) it was the day of a particular annual event, the Fète de St Louis. Two teams made up of men from the rivaling town quartiers occupy each one rowing boat with a special extension, somewhat like a swallow tail, of its top one "knight" equipped with shield and lance who, as in medieval horse tornaments, has to kick off the other into the water (Picture). Lots of fun, accompanied by music, the band of course also flowing on a boat.
Soon it was time to get back to the car waiting to board the ferry on which I would have to spend three nights. I shared the cabin with bulk beds with three other ladies, one elderly Moroccan, one with baby and one French travel adventurer. With the latter I visited during the last night the massive machine control room (picture) and the engine room that is unbelievable immense, hot and load. Was a very interesting time! Still happy when we were to arrive the next morning at Tanger Med, and very excited.
