We are just back from a fairly long trip into Europe and were dismayed at the beginning to have noisy neighbours late at night at our first two stops. We began to think they might be new to motorhoming and not realise how sound can travel. However we only had three more noisy neighbours for the rest of the trip so mostly it was quiet and considerate.
The worst was on a France Passion site where the farmer had directed us, and another bigger van, into his garden so we could park under trees and get shade from the endless heat. The couple in the bigger van then proceeded to make a lot of loud mobile phone calls with their phones on speakerphone so we could hear not only what they were shouting but what the people they were phoning were shouting! The second worse was on another quite isolated France Passion site where a smallish van arrived with two toddlers. The toddlers screamed and cried and the parents screamed and shrieked. Small children might be excused ... but adults?
Our last afternoon though we were the ones making undue noise. We decided to charge the bikes up so took the cover off the rack to see a very well dressed, well fed, and well groomed man holding a mobile phone and wearing a top which said (in French) 'Work is a professional malady', unfold himself from between the two bikes and stagger off. I think he thought he had made it to the UK. We got such a shock!
The worst was on a France Passion site where the farmer had directed us, and another bigger van, into his garden so we could park under trees and get shade from the endless heat. The couple in the bigger van then proceeded to make a lot of loud mobile phone calls with their phones on speakerphone so we could hear not only what they were shouting but what the people they were phoning were shouting! The second worse was on another quite isolated France Passion site where a smallish van arrived with two toddlers. The toddlers screamed and cried and the parents screamed and shrieked. Small children might be excused ... but adults?
Our last afternoon though we were the ones making undue noise. We decided to charge the bikes up so took the cover off the rack to see a very well dressed, well fed, and well groomed man holding a mobile phone and wearing a top which said (in French) 'Work is a professional malady', unfold himself from between the two bikes and stagger off. I think he thought he had made it to the UK. We got such a shock!