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France - Day 12 : Swimming in the mediterranean sea

In the morning the ants were still busy hauling our food back to the ant hill. The guy which we thought was hiking briefly left his tent. He left without saying anything. Then he started putting stuff in his pants with his back towards us. I already said 'Hi' in three different languages, but he didn't reply.

Cicada

Besides ants there were other animals on the campsite. It was called 'les Cigales' which means 'the cicadas'.
 

We had already seen Casis' center so we needed to decide what to do next. According to Stefan's book, Cassis is mostly known for people walking from there to Marseille. The bay we visited yesterday was the start of that walk. We decided to walk to Marseille and back. If it would be warm today we could also go swimming in the mediterranean sea. It was a long walk just to get to the bay, when we finally got there the path turned out to be closed because of fire hazard. There was a 135 euro fine if you ignored it, so we turned around.
 

First we returned to the campsite. There we put on the clothes best suited to go swimming, because of course we didn't cary swimming pants. We were surprised there were so many people on the beach but none in the water. That would be convenient because then we could swim the entire time. The first beach was completely packed, so we walked onto the next that was equally full. There we went into the water. When I got in up to my ankles I noticed how cold it was, I think about 12 degrees. It took 15 minutes before I was fully submerged. All the other people also went in really slowly. Bram went for a nice swim, but after being under water for one minute I had enough and went back to lie in the sun. A bit later Bram also came to warm up. An hour later he wasn't that cold anymore. We were nearly the only people in the water. It was pretty mountainous in Cassis, which we didn't expect so close to the sea. We thought it was around four o'clock when we got back to the campsite, but it was already 18:30.


We just wanted to have dinner when a car stopped in front of our tent. There were a man and woman inside and it seemed like they were looking at us. That wasn't really the case, they were looking at the tent behind us. The guy was really tan and wearing a necklace, he also had his hair combed back. He asked who had thrown the tent there. I quickly said it had been the campsite's owner. He was pretty angry and wasn't sure what had happened.

A bit later they returned with some personnel. He asked when we would be leaving, because now there were two other people on a spot that was supposed to be theirs. Fortunately we were planning to leave the next morning and had already paid. The two kept fighting with the campsite owner nd then asked us to move our tent, so they could re-pitch theirs in the same spot. It wasn't actually the same spot, because now it was right over a tree trunk we had been using as a chair.

They quickly started pitching the tent. We started eating. I was happy we didn't cut the tent to clear it, because I don't think they would have believed the campsite's owner would have done that. The tent was super cheap. They didn't have enough pegs, because I had hidden a couple underneath my tent. After half an hour, when they had put up the tent poles, they asked if we could hold the tent in place. Yesterday it was very windy and we wondered if the tent would survive a storm like that. The guy was still grumpy. He tried to knock the crooked pegs into the rocky ground. I was holding the tent on one end and Bram at the other, while the guy was in between us trying to hit the pegs in. He wouldn't succeed in a 100 years. He kept getting angrier and angrier. Eventually he found out it helped if he straightened the pegs before trying to hit them into rocks. Bram and I couldn't stop laughing, but also couldn't make a sound, because the man was sitting right between us. When he had managed to get a few in the ground he figured out he had too few, that was because three of the pegs were hidden underneath my tent.

 

We were eating when they had started pitching the tent. After we finished helping them we were still hungry. We ordered some fries, the lady behind the counter barely had enough energy left to take the order. I asked for 'deux gros frites', we got a large and medium one. When we returned to our spot the peoples' car was still there, while we needed to pitch our tents on that spot. It turned out to be broken, they had a lot of luck today.

When they were gone for a minute I quickly pitched my tent with their pegs. Then we went to sleep. We hoped their tent would be blown away and land 100 meters further, but that didn't happen. When the hiking guy would get up in the morning he would probably be surprised to find our tents pitched almost in his, the car right in front of that, and the angry guy's tent up again. 

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The guy's kite/tent. The tent had a gap of about 20 cm at the bottom, ideal to be picked up by the wind.