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Published: November 15th 2007
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The Dream
Dom's free tickets Hello from the Rugby World Cup!!
Hi everyone, well this time im over in France to see the mighty wallabies take on one of the most feared teams in world rugby- Japan. Ok maybe not, but what a great experience, we could have been playing Wagga Wagga under 12's and I still would have gone!
This trip came about with my mexican friend Dom who has a tick that makes him think he is Australian, blagging some tickets out of some poor bloke he served when down in London. A man road trip was immediately declared and me, dom and mark ( you will remember him from moes and hoes night 2006, see earlier blogs) booked flights to Nice and said goodbye to sorry England and hit the dusty trail.
As the game was Lyon and we flew into Nice we had some pretty big ground to cover, so we flew in the night before, went out for a little bit, and after walking around for ages, finally came across what looked to be some sweet action.
On closer inspection we decided that we had walked into the gay area of Nice, full of fun
loving party boys, and Welsh men smashed who were none the wiser. Seeings the only one wanting to stay was Mark, we moved on at a racing speed, and retired back to the hotel room.
The next morning was an early start and we set off towards Lyon with our trusty Sat Nav ( Karen- We changed it so her accent was Australian, and named her Karen ). We were well on track and despite paying almost 100 Euros for tolls, we just wanted to get to the game, get on the cans and have some man time.
Karen was putting in a solid performance the whole way, until the very last toll booth which was a bottleneck for at least an hour, and after D'Souza giving me the wrong lanes to go in time after time, we were held up for about 90 min waiting to pay another toll, and by the time we arrived in Lyon the game was well into the first half.
That didn't stop us turning up the music and abusing most Frenchman trying to cut ahead of us or our style wagon ( a 7 seat bus with enough room for
a small refugee camp).
We finally arrived at the game in time to see the second half and purchase sweet jerseys which Dom kindly offered to pay for, cheers mate! The aussies won by about 43000 points, but still being at the game was awesome, and I will try and get off to another one before it ends.
With that done it was time to see what Lyon had to offer, and with the help of our concierge, (haha bet you never expected me to be staying at a joint with one of those, but now the big man works in travel, and cheap deals are flowing, I can afford such luxuries, and hostels are a distant memory) we hit the tourist area of Lyon, met up with thousands of Aussies, and a few dejected French after loosing the day before to Argentina.
The next day we headed back to base camp Nice, and after a long drive and a heafty hangover, we arrived back to Nice with high hopes of avoiding the gay bars and heading out for some quality beers. This was achieved to some extent but a combination of old age, a hangover and
a lack of funds caused us to be in bed at a pedestrian time of 1am.
The next day was possibly the best of the trip when we packed up early out of the hotel and set of for the shady town of Monaco. We arrived at a nice time of year, just in time for the annual yacht show, which gave us all a chance to mingle with fellow yacht captains.
There is only one word to sum up Monaco, and thats MONEY, its everywhere. There were yachts that had other yachts inside them, yachts with helicopter pads, and yachts with swimming pools, it was amazing. About the only thing we could afford was a trip across the harbour for people that were too lazy to walk to their other yacht. It cost 1 euro and lasted for about 2 minutes. Gold.
Next stop was the Monte Carlo casino which Mark wasnt allowed in cause of his bad dress form, turns out he had no dress at all. I lost 10 euros in the pokies ( good times frankie and wightley ive gambled in the Monte Carlo- the holy grail!!)
We finished the day off
with a hell fire lap of the Monaco in the beast, took about 30 mins, but we did it, and then a few celebratory beers before heading back to the airport for the sleazy jet flight home.
All in all a top boys weekend, and some great times.
Hope you are all well and living the dream.
Email me or phone me soon, am missing you all!!!
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Richy
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Nick does the holiday ever stop