The three hour tour! A Megans Perspective

The sun was shining on the little french towns as we drove happily to our next destination. Everything was fresh and clean and Perfect! .. A little too perfect. Where were all the people or the cars? Where was the suttle signs of life in these towns? Rain started falling heavily as we continued on through the villages and the farm lands. Massive grape vines hugged the earth leaving the scent of wine in the air. I looked down at the map for one single second when BAM WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!!! Standing on the side of these deserted roads was a child like black cut out figure with a broken heart. (Can you say freaky).
It took several minutes to shake that one off but when I did we finally came across a 4 star camping resort. Ok so the camping didnt quite work out, theres something about a old abandoned mannor house with a few campers that didnt sit right with us. Needless to say we kept driving.
Its around sixish now, nothing has come up sept a few more cut outs of the black figure with the broken heart but it doesnt faze us any longer. By this time we are so tired we just want to find a hotel.
Comming to another village we finally see signs about 15 minutes away from a nice cheap hotel, are hearts skip for the first time and we get large smiles on our faces. Nothing now could spoil our moods, or so i thought, what pops out of the bushes yet again? Its not the man with the broken heart, no, its the man with a big read crack down his head!!! I mean COME ON!! This time these figures were paired with two or three of their kinds, the door locks and we keep driving to our location.
Well folks theres nothing a hot shower and a good meal can't fix. With a roof over our heads we set out to the old fashion Texes grill for dinner! YEE HA, they brought us a wonderful salad that was free, endless rolls, I hadnt eaten that well for over a month. We both decide on the big thick bison burger and fries, mainly because we couldnt read the menue and lets face it we are not rich.
Mouths watering the lady brings them up, it smells wonderful, she places it infront of me. My mouth must of twisted in such horror that Phil couldnt contain his laughter. THATS NOT KETCHUP I TOLD HIM ITS BLOOD! I stuck my fork into the burger and warm liquidy blood came oozing out. I was so disgusted I had to send it back to get cooked for a second time. Phils burger was the same. Although our buns were drenched in a pint of blood Phil bravely shut his eyes and backed the creature down. It was the worse experence I had ever had at a sit down resteraunt.
Well the next day we finally made it to Paris! But yea thats another story!