We stayed in port until 11:00 am and then took the short passage to the Midi Canal. Our first experiences there were less than pleasant. It looked like we were sailing up the back end of a human digestive system. (Oops, sorry if I offended anyone!] it did get a bit more pleasant as we progressed up the canal.
The Midi appears to be much different than the Rhone to Sete canal that we have been on for a week. It was vast stretches of open country and a bit of semi-industrial areas that could be considered unpleasant.
We saw very few fellow boaters during the previous week. It was a rare occasion when we passed a boater. On the first hour on the Midi we passed more boats than we saw for a week on the Rhone to Sete Canal.
This is a comment, not a complaint. We seem to have become accustomed to our own space it seems: on our own and quiet,
As the afternoon progressed and we moved up the Midi I could not believe how the clearances between our boat and the hundreds of years old concrete and stone walls closed in on our boat.
Eventually I asked Dave and Alyssa to take the helm as I was feeling out of my comfort Zone.
We moored for the night at some remote bank of the Midi, got on our bikes and took the canal footpath route back to Agde, reputedly amongst the oldest village in France. The five K ride was a good test to see if my prostate was firmly in position. That question is as yet unanswered.
We had a delicious BBQ dinner on deck compliments of Dave and Alyssa: Dave lit the BBQ and Alyssa did the rest! Dave and Doug kept their dignity by doing the dishes!
Our day in pictures...
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