The dark sedan pulled to a severe stop at the side of the road in front of us. The driver quickly opened the trunk and without a word threw our two bags in, while a second man looked on. I glanced at Lynette, shrugged and opened the rear door. Then the driver, ignoring us, jumped behind the wheel and after checking his mirrors, took off!
All I could do was watch him as he and his mate talked rapidly in French. Both of the men were olive skinned and could be described as solid, good looking, with dark hair. They were dressed the same in dark navy with some kind of black trim. All I could do was watch him as he and his mate talked rapidly in French. I only speak school boy French, and they didn’t understand or they didn’t want to answer.
Our driver was extremely confident and seemed to be able to break speed records! He kept increasing our speed until we sat on 220kph. It was insanely fast as he passed car after car and he didn’t seem to care.
Lynne, my American co-traveller was visibly frightened for our lives as we headed North East to Monte Carlo. We had been to Spain and Morocco after leaving London. It had been a wonderful holiday at very low cost to us. We had been hitching all the way without any trouble but this driver was insane! I tried to talk with some questions but they only offered cigarettes ( Gitanes or Gauloise). “No thank you” was our polite response…. We don’t smoke.” The two men laughed in disbelief as we raced through the pretty countryside.
We finally arrived in “Nimes” ( pronounced Nime) the medieval city of South East France and our speed slowed. Finally I asked again “are you a race driver?” They looked at one another and with much hilarity answered “We are detectives!” No more information was forthcoming.
NIME, the renowned city of France is famous for its production of cloth from 1800’s, and now called Denim all around the world
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