Pay the Ferryman

One really shouldn’t visit this area without getting a feel for the Camargue itself and to see some of the things for which it is noted.

P1010561_VaccaresP1010564_FlamingosThe Camargue is a large wetland formed by the complex and widespread delta of the river Rhône. The largest water body within the area, sandwiched between the Petit Rhone to the west and the Grand Rhône to the east, is the Étang de Vaccarès where we began our search for one of the Camargue’s more colourful inhabitants, flamingos. This lake is large (6,500 hectares) and is apparently the winter home to 80,000 ducks and 60,000 coots – but no flamingos, it seemed. We eventually found the elusive pinkish critters in the smaller Étang du Fournelet. Distant though they are, here’s a spot of photographic evidence.

P1010573_Camargue_rice There’s a lot of rice grown in the Camargue which must form good natural rice paddies. Camargue red rice is well known to those of us with a culinary leaning. We’ve bumped into rice harvest time and were intrigued to see it growing but it took us a while to find a field of the stuff growing and which provided anything like decent photographic access. Hmm, pink flamingos, red rice – I’m beginning to see a pattern emerging. 🙂

P1010572_Bac_de_Barcarin Our plan was to finish our day with a visit to the Marais de Vigueirat, a wildlife sanctuary including, of course, Odos. Since we were now on the wrong side of the Grand Rhône, we opted for a short ferry crossing on the Bac de Bacarin, very efficient, good fun. Paying the French ferryman the €5 for the crossing caused a laugh as I had to call Francine back for the cash; he reacted to that with suitable amusement.

P1010576_Camargue_horses Enjoyable ferry ride over we arrived at the wildlife sanctuary where the reception was, of course, closed for lunch until 2:30 PM. How very French. Nonetheless, we seemed to be able to get in and wander around the public access paths (there are also private areas) to our hearts’ content. Our hearts’ content soon expired as we found no shortage of one the Camargue’s other famous inhabitants, the mosquito. Francine felt she was being eaten alive and we soon tired of spotting dragonflies which, as it turned out, didn’t seem that exciting after all. The Marais de Vigueirat would be very interesting, I’m sure, if you could pause long enough to study it with out getting bitten. The golden rule, however, seemed to be: keep walking briskly to provide the mosquitoes a more difficult moving target. We did, at least, have an opportunity to grab a few swift shots of another of the Camargue’s celebrities, the white horses.

As an Odonata nutter, I would not bother with the Marais de Vigueirat again, even if I’d had a bath in Autan (mosquito repellent); it was quite a relief to get out of it. The rest of the day was fun, though.

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