Spa Francorchamps Race Track, Belgium. D-Day plus 4
While technically I am currently in Frankfurt, the last few days have been so exceptionally manic that I thought it best to divide them into three sections. This, the first, will cover our trip to the Belgian Grand Prix, the second our trip to Luxembourg City and the third to encompass our trip in Frankfurt. I´m afraid that this is going to be a long one. Our story starts in Brussels, on D-Day plus 3, where we got up early to do some crucial shopping - for food and fuel for our meals while camping at the GP. This started badly, as it took us an hour to find a supermarket, but once there we managed to get some fairly substantial meals together - steak and vegetables for that evening and pasta for the next. Unfortunately we couldn’t find any fuel, but we reassured ourselves that there would be chance to buy that later.
That night, after putting up our tents and sorting ourselves out, it rained. Unfortunately we hadn´t found our cooking fuel yet - all our fellow campers were using portable bbqs rather than trangias, so we were left with a whole lot of cold food. What followed was the most revolting meal of my life (behind perhaps only peanut wraps). In a desparate bit for food, we raided the vegetable section of our “steak and veg” meal, and ended up with “raw mushroom and pringle sandwiches”. With the steaks sitting there in our tent, uncookable, a substantial part of me died right there.
The night of qualifying they had a guest speaker in the campsite marquee. His name was Perry McCarthy (I had never heard of him either), however he was introduced as “black Stig” - you know, the one that got killed off on Top Gear on HMS Invincible. He spoke really well actually about all sorts. At one stage he raced in Formula One, though a quick look on wikipedia reveals he never actually completed a race. Fail.
Petrov. Worst qualifying lap ever. |
After the race, we headed for the exit as soon as possible, needing to get a train to Luxembourg. I have decided however that this section of the trip deserves a post to itself.
Lewis Hamilton. Win |
Vettel with a puncture. Gutted. |
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