Up Chuck

On the route from Paris to our destination we went through a mountain range and then the valley near the town of Millau where there is a viaduct bridge.  There were lots and lots of windy roads.

Just before driving onto the bridge I began to feel unwell.  As I am too young to realise what was about to happen, I started to whine and calling for mum. 


Unfortuanately, she was thinking I was just tired of sitting so tried to distract me but this proved to no avail. 

Then on the bridge I started crying.  Not that "I'm mildly upset" nor the "I've had enough" sort of cry but the one where you honestly and truly are terrified because you just don't know what happened.  Furthermore, you know whatever "it" was is not meant to be happening.

Mum turned back to look at me only to discover that I’d thrown up all over myself and the car seat.  It wasn't very pleasant and was extremely upset; so much so that I wanted to climb out and into mummy's arms for comfort. 

It was another 15 minutes before we could find an exit off the motorway and then a little layby so that we could get out. 

As soon as I was out of the seat I jumped into mum's arms and refused to let go.  Mum was then covered in vomit.  We can only assume it was the up and down of the hills with the pressure change, and maybe some milk which could've been on the turn, just a few minutes before being sick that had caused the issue as I was fine as soon as I threw up. 

Dad was left to clean out the car whilst plaquating Alexander who was disturbed by my sobs and the fact that he was the only one left in the car.  With the car moderately cleaned along with mum and me changed we continued our journey.

Obviously, we were all distracted by the events inside the car that we missed the wonderful bridge views and the architecture.