Château d'If (Day 13) (Historical)

I woke up to the standard protocol. I awoke first, and everyone was a sleep. "RISE AND SHINE BOYS" I exclaimed. Surprisingly, everyone woke up relativity quickly. It was 4:30 in the morning. Our final destination was a very long drive. I think they all realized it was our last day, which is what motivated everyone to get up so quickly. "Ok everyone, its our last day, so lets make the most of it". We quickly packed our stuff and got ready for our final destination, the Chateau d'lf.

Naturally, Alain was waiting for us outside the hotel. He always greeted us with a large French smile, inducing smiles in the rest of us as we looked at him. H opened the door for us and asked "Where now?". I spoke up and said "The Chateau d'lf, my good sir". His jaw immediately dropped. "Chateau d'lf is a 7 hour drive from here" Alain exclaimed. "Then we better get started" I fired back with a smile. I slept for most of the car ride, as did everyone else. "Why are we even going to this place?" Gene asked with a reasonable amount of anger in his voice "My back hurts". "It will be worth it" I said back.

Ethan had somehow reserved special tickets for a tour of Chateau d'lf. We took a small blue boat across about a 2 mile stretch of water to reach the island. We passed two islands that were closer to shore before reaching Chateau d'lf. The Chateau d'lf is a small island off the coast of Marseille. Our tour guide told us that it was first used for protection from invasion. He explained that it then became a prison, housing anyone that was against political authority. It is also famous for the novel written about it, "The Count of Monte Cristo"."This island is incased in the Mediterranean Sea" our tour guide claimed in his thick French accent.

 Looking out upon the ocean from the island was nothing short of fantastic. There were a few fishing boats visible in the distance. There was also a small patch of green visible on the island. The tour guide brought us to the shore. "The island is only 1.5 kilometers long" our tour guide said. As he took us back on the shore I got a more in depth view of the island. The island was very heavily fortified. There were high ramparts with gun platforms. The island remained uninhabited except for the fortress. After our tour, we took the same vessel back to the shore. By this time it was 1:00 in the afternoon and we still had a seven hour drive ahead of us. We quickly ate at a French fast food restaurant and then hopped back in our Uber. Alain took us back to our hotel.
Knowing that this was our last place we would visit on our journey in France, we all somberly walked out of the care and into the hotel. Our heads were all held low but there was still a sense of accomplishment in the air. The trip had been fantastic, yet we it was sad to recollect on it. We walked through the main lobby and up the elevator. No one said a word. We plugged our phones in and laid down in our beds. I reached over my left shoulder and flipped the light switch, showcasing the end of journey in France.