The time had come. After many evenings of research, often with multiple devices churning out information about the hows, the whens, the wheres (and occasionally the whys) of cycling through Corsica, our brave travellers boxed up their precious cargo and headed north, west…to Tullamarine. Then even norther, and wester…to Paris.
A very reasonable departure time of 2:00 p.m. meant time for bubbles and the obligatory duty-free shopping stroll. Once through the fug of the parfumerie we found ourselves in the technos section, where AW purchased a GoPro. Whoops. How did that happen? All that hard work paying off…before even making it onto the plane…