Road To La Rochelle

We got up at 7am bound for the local McDonalds for a quick check of the internet and a wee-wee stop.... McDonalds in France don't open till 10am.... so we decided to start heading to La Rochelle at find petrol station on the way. We arrived at La Rochelle at around 11.30am. After 2 days of free camping we were all looking forward to setting up camp in a proper camping area, having showers and doing some washing. BUT when arrived the campsite that we had planned to stay at only opens between 18 June and 29 September, even though we had an email from the reservation team at the campsite stating that there was no need to book a plot for the dates we wanted....
We headed down to the mariner carpark and found about 50 campervans all parked and set up, all of which probably had the same issue we had. We decided to head into La Rochelle and do some sight seeing and try and find another campsite when in town. We had a look around, had some lunch and ice cream and enjoyed the sun. Aims and Jo got a bit of colour. After lunch we headed back to the van and headed to the only other campsite in La Rochelle. We got there and found the office closed. Finally we found a number and called some strange french hobbit looking fellow, who spoke no English and couldn't even help with sign language. We managed to finally sort something out and got ourselves a spot. We set up, did a load of washing, had some dinner and had showers ready for bed and looking forward to the next day of just relaxing around the complex pool.
The complex had communal showers so we went in pairs....which was a good thing cause when Jo was having her shower a mirror appeared under the cubical wall....she let me know so I, just wearing towel, stood outside the cubical that the peeping tom was in and waited for him to open the door. He did it again and Jo bashed on the wall, so I thought that I wouldn't wait for him to come out, I would get him to come out. I hit the door and, not being the most amzing structure, nearly took it off the hinges!...he scampered his stuff together and a little french weasel decided to show his face. I sent Jo back to the van and did everything I could NOT to hit this guy in the face. After an interesting conversation, him in French and me signing that I was going to punch him and lots of swear words, interestingly the only english words he understood was the F word(which I might have said a few times) and Police..., we parted ways. Jake had come to see what was going on after Jo had gone back to the van in a bit of panic. We decided that it was not the best idea to stay at this campsite so we packed up and decided to head back to the carpark at the mariner with all the other campers. Luckily there was a bar still open so we all decided to have a drink to calm the nerves and get the adrenaline levels back down.
So looking at it postively atleast we had a shower, and got some washing done without having to pay. And the lesson learned is NOT to stay anywhere that has communal showers!