ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-TWO
The Flight of Chloe Mc Murderess cont.
Andorra here we come.
Decided to take the scenic route, after all a fleeing fugitive is hardly likely to stop and take in the views. Besides which I’m totally f*****g knackered. Been driving virtually non-stop. Two nights fitful dozing in the car does not count as SLEEP. OK for the dumb bear, he sleeps most of time anyway.
From the Le Bois des Vert service station to Toulouse, best part of 900k. More than 11 hours on the road. My backside feels numb, my back aches, so I decided to sleep up before hitting Andorra in the morning. Guts are all over place, coffee and sandwiches on the run, not the best ingredients for a settled digestion. Had the shits badly, luckily I was at a service station on the Autoroute de Deux Mers and ma
