France - Travels with an Electric Wok

Down goes the sun - into the Atlantic

Travelling on a budget means making sacrifices. For us it means forsaking restaurant meals and making full use of self-catering facilities. At the top end of the scale, like in Salcombe, the fully functional kitchen was more than a match for our homestead.  Our usual accommodation, unfortunately, is more likely to have just a couple of electric rings and maybe a microwave. So, while others on a trip pack for fashion and style, the first thing that goes into our case is our Wok. 

Biking through the pines

It might seem a little odd but picture the scene. It’s the end of the day, the sun is on the way down but it is still distributing a warm glow. The Wok is out on the terrace on an extension lead. A nice piece of fish or steak is chopped and ready to fry. A bottle of the obligatory local Bordeaux wine is open and the glass is primed.   Enjoy your meal sir – too right I will!

Footsteps in the sand

Getting the Wok to the beach side apartment on budget airlines calls for a bit of ingenuity. It does mean paying for a bag in the hold but the Wok is alloy so does not weigh very much and its capacious bowl can be stuffed with more trivial items like clothes.  Normally TW’s of course. I have to wear and wash to make room for my porridge and her beach tent.

Anyway, France was lovely, and we didn’t have to look at any impossibly expensive wine lists trying to determine the cheapest pichet.  There was "no shall we or shan’t we, or shall we share one" from the dessert menu. Oh, and no dilemma over leaving a gratuity, are we coming back?

Good morning, time for the baguette run

As the Quo used to sing, we are quite happy “wokking all over the world!”