Saturday evening 11/06/2016 – Uber appy

The FanZone was large enough to accommodate everyone who wanted to watch the game (England v Russia) and there were quite a number of English in the zone.  The views were good with one very large screen in the major area.  After getting into the ground Clive was barred entry from the Fanzone for ……. having a stick in his A4 sized flag but after negotiation in French the stick was left by the entrance to be collected later.  At half time we decided to make our way to a bar to watch the 2^nd half before heading home.  We settled into a pleasant bar around the corner from the bus stop and watched the game.  10 minutes before the end I left to check the timetable and guess what.  Give yourself a pat on the back if you said “the buses have gone on strike”. In terms of mine and Clive’s knees things were looking decidedly dodgy.  Plan A – get a tram to the nearest point to our hotel.  Tram back to Fanzone and then out but the last final stop would have been too far away.  Off the tram, onto another tram and back to the Fanzone!!  Poor old Danny couldn’t keep up with all this and fell asleep for the night in Clive’s bag.  In between the two plans we discovered that Russia had equalised with the very last kick of the match.   Plan B – let’s get a taxi.  Love nor money, rocking horse poo and the UK winning the Eurovision spring to mind.  No taxis were to be seen anywhere.  Clive’s idea was to try a café to call us a cab.  Step forward Bistro Regent.  If ever you’re in Bordeaux make sure to visit this place on La Victoire.  The two girls tried every taxi firm without success.  One of the girls enquired “Do you have uber?”.  So in a café in Bordeaux I downloaded the app, signed up and the cab was with us within six minutes.  Many thanks to the girls and a large tip for saving our knees and we were on our way back.  Obviously Clive is much more of a night owl and bon viveur than me and recognising this the taxi driver asked if he would like to go to a casino.  Fortunately for me he said “Non”.  And so it proved to be that my last meal of the day had been the sausage and fries!