We stopped at a couple of Intermarche's mostly to aquire some dinner but also to hatch a plan for our "Secret Scum Santa" cursed gift.
Well, what hatched was what could only be called an abomination. In an effort to make life easy on ourselves and hard on our victim..... Balloons! These were duly inflated and a short ceremony was conducted to perform the exchange. Our friends were thrilled with it. They were inside at least I am sure.
The evening saw the usual suspects "tending the fire" and performing last rites on a steak. Much local plonk was consumed and merry was made. We all retired to our tents for some needed sleep after the long stints at the wheel.
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