Blogs from Biscarosse, Aquitaine, France, Europe

We hadn't really planned to go any further south given we only have 2.5 weeks but needs must when the North of France is cold and wet. Rained all night and still at it in the morning. Enough is enough, a summer is needed. Off we go south. Headed for Bordeaux but first of all using quieter roads though at first we found ourselves on dual carriageways which I prefer to avoid as they send me to sleep and I can't snap snap with my camera to keep me awake. Fortunately near Pons, Bob pulled off to find a garage as we needed fuel and we somehow lost our way a little and Tomtom was also a bit confused. We drove through Pons, which fortunately was just big enough for us and Tandy, a rather attractive ... read more

Ok, so today i have been in France for 2 weeks. I have met 2 english people here - a couple from southend and there is also a fairly odd elderly dutch man with whom i attempt to converse in english. He is mostly understandable and it is his unfortunate propensity to whistle through his teeth when talking rather than his accent which makes our conversations awkward. Firstly i would like to reassure everyone who has been uninvited to my private blogs was that you have not offended me in any way - i simply have no intention of writing a private blog, if i'm that traumatised about something that i need to tell specific people i'm probably not gonna care about that fact that it'll cost me money to call. You can still access everything ... read more

Dagane går vekeleg i eitt og det blir lite tid til blogging. Likevel; her kjem ein liten smakebit av kva som skjer. Det blir ein del henging med andre folk som tar franskkurs; mange trivlege italienarar. På fredagen vart eg invitert med av Kristin (frå psyk fak, som er på utveksling samstundes med meg) og nokre italienarar til Biarritz. Det skal visst være sædeles fint der. Togturen var litt kostbar, og med tanke på at eg skal til Roma neste helg takka eg først nei. Dette var heilt til eg fann ut at eg kunne haike. Eg fekk med meg ei italiensk venninde som i utgangspunktet var skeptisk, men som ettter litt vart gira. Som sagt så gjort. Alt vi hadde som utgangspunkt var ei beskriving av korleis ein skulle kome seg til motorvegen som gjekk ... read more