After a long and laborious 24 hours with plenty of films to watch on a screen that wouldn't be fit for a convict travelling to Van Diemond's Land and the sound that was equivalent to that from a broken transistor radio, we finally made it to Clermont-Ferrand. Thank you Qantas for flying me safely from Melbourne to Paris but please don't put me on an Air France flight for 14 hours on my return. My backside is still recovering from multiple lashings of pins and needles and I fear my coccyx will be smashed to smithereens if I'm wedged between two obese weightlifters from Nord-Pas-de-Calais again!