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  • We have some friends who organise a car rally every year on the way south to see the Historical Grand Prix in Monaco. For several years now we had been hearing stories about the treasure hunts, eco-challenges, map-reading tests and so on that they had devised along the way. I could see my husband's eyes turning dreamy, his ears getting longer and longer as the stories unfolded. He loves driving fast and he even believes his car is as good as the Porsches and BMWs that other people showed up with. For me, the holiday starts when you park your car and start walking. But I too wanted to see the south of France and the Monaco Grand Prix.

    So this year we managed to join the group.

    Well, somebody had to be last...! Somebody had to misunderstand all of the instructions and get lost three times on even the simplest route.

    When we finally got to Monaco, we discovered:
    - my map-reading skills are not as good as we thought
    - his driving skills are not as great as he thought
    - real-life couples do not make good rally-partners
    - it's hard to see anything of the beauties of France when you are zooming past

    And I still prefer to stop and smell the flowers rather than challenging my brain cells and stressing about arrival times or penalty points.
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