BUBBLES OF FUN
There’s no denying it; Kez. Loves. Champers. So when she discovered that our scenic route went straight through where Champagne was first produced, there was nothing but research of Champagne houses that provided tours to the public. Turns out; they all do. After meeting an American couple who were in Epernay who were in fact champagne buyers and distributors, we were worded up on which were the cream of the alcoholic crop to visit. So, we booked in to the Moet & Chandon and got an underground cellar tour that showcases more than 100 million bottles of fermenting Moet and Dom Perignon – in over 25kilometres beneath the city streets. After the tour we got the royal treatment and got to ‘taste’ several glasses of various legendary bubbles. Next stop was KP’s absolute fave: Billiecart Salmon which was particularly exciting as it is so hard to get in Oz and only comes out at Xmas in the Payne household so we were banking on a cheeky glass or two at the tasting. Nothing could be further from what we got as we were basically turned away at the door with bookings required at least 6 months in advance. We still had fun in their boutique which had a mammoth magnum that still haunts Kez’s dreams, for a fraction of the cost of what the tiny bottles cost back in Oz . Ads quickly shot any of her hopes to smithereens with the old “our luggage (and budget) is already over max capacity” chestnut, regardless of Kez insisting that it was for “the family”. This triggered a healthy debate on possible logistics, but “we” concluded that it was all too hard and we’d just have to hold out until Christmas for our next tasting. After that, we decided we’d better hit the road and continue our journey south before we got “stuck” in Champagne (in every sense) for the remainder of the trip. We had intentions of finding a small B&B along the way but stopped for a photo op overlooking a beautiful little village and it was all over. Ads found the perfect campsite and now had the camping bug so we decided to set up camp again in what could possibly be our best little find to date. The fire was, well, firing, the cheese and wines (this time 3 bottles) devoured and again; a good honest robust discussion (GHRD) was had. Needless to say, we slept like two mahogany trees deep in the Tasmanian forest that night.
WIN:
Our GHRD’s. Ain’t no problem in this world we can’t sort out.
FAIL:
Australian Alcohol Tax. Who was the boob that came up with that one?
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