This morning we checked out of the hostel and walked to the train station, SCNF Gare, to catch the bus to Ile de Re. Ile de Re is an island four kilometers off the coast from La Rochelle, linked by a huge bridge. The island is broken into about 12 villages, with a population of around 2,000 each.
We got off the bus at Le Bois Plage, which is in the middle of the island, with a beach facing south. We walked to the tourist bureau before heading to Les Burjottes Camping Ground, where we put up the tent for the night. The camp site was half way between the beach and town, so in the afternoon we walked down to the beach, via Les Amis de la Plage Camping Ground, where we booked in for the following three nights. We ended up being right in the middle of this beach that ran for miles either way. It was a day where not a cloud was to be seen and people lay on the beach and swam in the water as far as the eye could see. The water here was a bit cold but absolutely sparkling, without a bit of pollution to be seen. I’m so glad we are staying here for four nights.
When we got back to our tent, we decided the time had come for us to finally get out the gas burner. So, three packets of two-minute noodles were filled with hot water that we boiled and dinner was served.
Roberta, Les Burjottes Camping Ground, Le Bois Plage, Ile de Re, France
I still can’t get used to the sun setting so late here. It was ten pm when we went to bed and it was still only just hitting dusk. As the evening went on it felt like I was back at North Narrabeen again, as all the families in the camp ground started playing Boulles, like they used to when we went to watch dad windsurf all those years ago.
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