"Enough of Lonely Planet," declared Roger with a flourish of his hand. "No, we are not going Arras." (Lonely Planet lists numerous hotels, restaurants in Arras.) He looks at the map and points to the small village of Bethune. "We are heading here." Okay, dear.
Hours later, we arrive in Bethune. We have gone up hills, made impossible corners, and changed highways to get here. Navigating this small town turns out to be a nightmare. A hotel? What's that? And then, the unthinkable happens. Our GPS goes blank....huh? Where are we? It's rush hour and there are no hotels or parking spots anywhere and we are on our own!
We travel up, down and all around the area and then... In the middle of friggin' nowhere, a Best Western appears. An expensive Best Western appears. Two rooms left... in the middle of nowhere!!! Damn the expense, we take a room. Now, pour the wine, dear.
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