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Published: July 18th 2006
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(August 9th through the 12th 2005) the night train was nice, got a good night sleep, if you can call it that on a train; except for the high pitched, recent graduated from high school american girls that were being hit on by the italians, who can't play football (sorry that was from this year's trip, especially watching them in the world cup; it just pisses me off!!). sorry, anyways, we get into nice around 830 in the morning, and hear of a poor girl who got her passport stolen in the middle of the night. to our surprise no hostels have rooms for our first night, and it's nine in the morning. we didn't sleep well in valencia, slept outside the train station in barcelona, and slept on a train the night before; so we decided it was best to go with a hotel. 131 euros later, on the corner of meyerbeer and marechal joffre if my memory is correct, we were sleeping like babies in an air conditionned room--we lowered it down to 15 C, wow--for the rest of the morning and into the late afternoon. we finaly woke up, headed for a hostel for the next two nights,
and then onto the beach.
we found a sketchy, to say the least, hostel at the east end of rue d'italie. the owner was nice, spoke to us in spanish, but was very weird. told us to be there at 10 the next morning, and we were on our way. stopped to get some sandals and towels.
beach made out of rocks. something new for us, a bit uncomfortable, but bearable, and beautiful women, half half-naked, so we had no complaints. it was a very warm day, and the cold water made it all great. enjoyed the weather and atmosphre. i don' know, but for some reason to me, nice was not as big of a resort town as i expected. it was an extremely beautiful city, that obviously with tourists, was not overrun by them. walking around one didn't feel drowned by tourists; though tourists we were. for me nice was our hidden gem. we weren't planning on coming here, instead to marseille. at the last second we chose nice, and it was good. we went back to the hotel, washed clothes, and walked the town. went to a local casino, just to have fun for an hour, lost
10 euros, and we were happy to go back to the hotel, and went to bed early (it was as if we paid for two night, for the price of one--and after the three nights we had had, it was worth the investment).
the next morning we went to our new hostel, at ten as the lady had promised, but did not attend us until noon. especially dragging our bags around, we weren't about to go see the city while we waited for her. finally got into our rooms, and headed to the beach once again. the hostel was not lively, but the rooms were full. young girls would walk into randomo rooms, hmm--sketchy im telling you. whatever was being hosted at this place, i did not want to find out. after the beach, we went to a local chicken place that was next to our hostel, and little boi and i ate a whole chicken each. a good seen to have witnessed. with a whole chiken for each, two bottles of wine, and two six packs we headed for the hotel. little boi sits on the bed, against the walk, and starts to eat. if you have ever seen
seinfeld, the episode where kenny rogers is placed next to kramer's window, this was an exact seen from that. kramer is at jerry's apartment eating chicken on jerry's bed, grease all over his hands and face, while he rocks away with with a happy grin on his face. this is exactly what little boi looked like.
we get tanked with what we got, and head to town. stop at a local watering whole, and get two more liters of beer for each (4 total). we stand up, and that is the last clear thing that either of us remember for the night. the next morning we piece blurry things together. we roam town, where and how, we don't know. we weren't allowed into a casino because we were too trashed. after walking for who knows how long we head back to the hostel, a flash, i course a french local in spanish and french while walking his dog. he gets in my face, and all i can think about is how cute that puppy is. next thing we remember, we are at the front of the hostel, with no keys, where did they go?, trying to get in. my brother
rings a random button, and asks to come in, in french. the guy on the other line is not happy. next thing, we remember we were at a chinese restaurant and head there. when and how we got to the chinese restaurant before we cant remember. how we remembered that we had eaten there, we don't know. how we got back to the restaurant we don't know. they are closing, ask for our keys, one guy has it, yes. again, how we know where the hostel is, we don't know. how we get there we don't know. all we know is that we both wake up in our beds the next morning. we had no clue what happened in between.
we wake up late morning, feeling unbelievalby well. we decide to rent a car and head for cannes and then monaco. the drive is nice, not the city, and driving through cannes is beautiful. the walk however is not. the city gave me the vibe of being too flashy, too posh. just me, maybe. the people were in a hurry to be where ever they needed to be. we head for monaco...
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