After the sleep lacked night, I woke up to a beautiful sunrise over the channel. Then off to the boat and I decided not to use the gps. I lost confidence in her, and prefer to find a more interesting route. Not to mention the fun of getting lost.
It was a beautiful drive to Belgium, Luxembourg, across to Germany, back to France along the Rhone, into Germany with some flower picking. There I got some speed up, but got a spot of trouble when I filled up the tank and my cards wouldn’t work, but thanks to martin I got away. I came into Switzerland just before sunset, which made for a stunning drive from Basel to Bern and Lausanne, a wonderful fun drive down, akin to watching Top Gear.
Sunday morning nic and I went for a dizzying walk, and even saw some marmots!
Monday I went to the gym, didn’t notice the time and left two and a half hours later aching and tired.
I went to see harriet and cedric, then back to nic and toto’s for a dinner party, yum yum, but couldn’t wait for sleep.
Now nic and I are doing errands, working on getting the car ready to sell.

Driving from Dover to here, dads place, I ran over something, I’m hoping a badger, rather than a dog. But still it was horrible to hit something, anything.
Well apart from that I had a nice day. Chatting French here and there. I had the best crepes I have ever had at a place called grand mere alice in st. Malo.
Then I took a leisurely drive through the country to mont saint michel. It is impressive, it is touristy, and I didn’t feel worth the parking charge.
I took a little tour of boulogne in my car, and my verdict is that it’s just as manky as Calais.
I hate the sound of my car, I need the exhaust fixed, so job 1 tomorrow is to go to the garage.

So I came so close to winning poker, second however is not winning. I think I needed more booze to keep it straight and level headed. Well €2 in no loss.
Yesterday I had a margerita, soo strong, only a swim in big waves to reduce it before dinner, geez looking after children is tiring. The drive back was late, long, fast, bumpy and fun.
I found a dead bat in the car. I drove 600km smoothly, found beaches, realised my phone won’t work, and spent time running around time trying to get a phone card.
I’m in a tent in st malo, beautiful, rightfully touristy town. It’s kind of like Dubrovnik in Croatia, just islands of castles. There’s even a diving board into a pool, that is hidden when the tide is up.
It’s super brittanic, I like, I’ll try and have a crepe tomorrow, I’ve never actually had one in britanny!
I saw alex earlier, recovering from the weekend. Then I spent the evening in the countriside playing poker, a nice frenchy evening, where I was branded as not English.
Maybe tomorrow I could be daring enough to dive off the high board into the pool by the sea?!?!

I’m on cortis plage with ian, court and alex’s family. It’s roasting in the sun, but the breeze is starting.
Oscar is convinced to body board with courtney instead of me, so I can rest a bit and desaltify me. The waves here aren’t too big, but still fun, but there’s a strong current running by here.
This is my first stop on my way back north to England, not that I’m far north from yesterday.
Yesterday after we all managed to get our hungovers arses out of the flat we left nico at work and went to the beach at vieux beacou, where craig, ninka and others from verbier are working. Unfortunately the waves were too big to learn to surf, next time I guess.
After Charlie went to work, jo, maria an I headed home for spagets and film. We saw lesbian vampire killers. I expected some atrocias American B movie. But it was an English comedy, maybe almost as good as hot fuzz!? So watch it.
Tomorrow it’s time to head up to St. Malo.

I’m in hossegar, just north of biaritz, we can see biaritz and Spain from the beach.
I’m in a world of verbier guys, staying with nico and charlie, another couple of verbs are here too. I bumped into vince my head chef from winter last night. It’s so bizarre, verbier life is everywhere.
It’s so nice to be back by the sea. Yesterday nico and I were body surfing in waves up to 2m. It’s crazy floating up the on the crest, like flying, like superman.
Last night we did the verbier thing and drank loads, so feeling rough now. I still don’t enjoy the meat Market clubs. I’m awake, waiting for these other guys to wake, or at least admit that they are also awake.
Then we can go to the beach. I’ve never even touched a surf board, but joao is a surf instructor, so no time like now to try.
And here I am sleeping on a double bed sized sofa bed, the luxury!

It’s been a nice chilled day today with ian, courtney and no kids. We dropped them off at the activity centre, went to the Market, and had some breakfast. Chinese before midday is bizarre!
We read our books, I bought two today, and now I’m Reading the snow leapard.
We went for a bike ride, I love, though after swapping with ian near the end I all but fell off, damn riding an eight year old’s bike.
So some sunbathing an a glass of red, and we cruise to Bergerac to take louise and cousin to go clubbing, well not us. We had pizza and watched ball room style dancing.
Home now, finished some red wine over discussions of English cinema et al.
It’s amazing how tiring doing nothing is.
Bon nuit.

It’s Been a long time since I’ve writen anything.
Basically I saw a car crash(never drive a small car!), drove fifteen hours to verbier. Saw the tour de France, met cool people, had many hangovers, hot very drunk, met lots of rich people, had nice food and cider, spent time with nic n toto, was kept Awake by their kittens, and met an awersome girl.
So now I’m drunk in Aquitaine, at alex’s dads with ian an courtney and family, having just watched a French/Spanish film.
Life is still good.
I’m avoiding going back to England because it is raining over there.!

I drove up to boulogne, stopped by Calais to buy some booze, so now I can say I have done a booze cruise, sort of. I got 8 bottles of red wine, 6 bottles of champagne, 4 bottles of breton cider, a bottle o tequila, and a bottle of navy rum. All for little over €80! and they aren’t cheap nasty things So I have booze for when I’m visiting peoples.
The cat across the sea was super smooth and fast, and cheapish. The seaside was beautiful and sunny, but at sea it was thick fog, I thought we’d have to go slow, but got to England in no time. The eurostar is too expensive now that it’s summer.
So last night martin and I went for Chinese, a bit of a dissappointment. But nice to chat with martin. Last night on the boat was te best night’s sleep that I’ve had In a longfggggg time.
Today we pottered about, but got much work done, jobs that could have taken him over a week had he been alone.
So I feel good, and super tired, so here’s to another good night’s sleep.

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So after my stupidity of missing my train, i awoke at 5am, the first time of being awake that early since i would go to bed at that time ib winter. I caught a train to Barcelona airport, and caught my pla e on time. I had 45minutes in Paris, before catching a quick train down to Bordeaux(a convoluted route, but rapid and efficient), to enjoy the sun while I waited for alex after he knocked a guy into the ditch, then got lost. A tirin day, ended by hanging with his mates and siblings, but me too tired to speak French.
Said my good-Bye to alex over juice and off again.
Yesterday I drove up, pretty uneventful until I hit paris, which usually I avoid, but without map, driving alone, I let the gps do her job. It took me two hours to get around Paris, it Gould have been less than one. Je deteste la peripherique!
So to Amiens. I got here eventually. I tried contacting catherine earlier in the day, but got the number wrong. I met catherine in lacauno, in the campsite. But I got the number off my laptop, and she came to meet me. We walked through the pretty town, drank wine, when in France, then went to her friends party.
I’d met most of these guys already, and they were super drunk, entertaining, maybe embarressing for catherine.
I’m sleepy, in bed, chilled, happy.

The sound I hear whilst sat by the canal outside Toulouse railway station. Why? To scare the hobos, junkies, pidgins, or just a broken speaker? Who knows.
I’ve bought my ticket to Barcelona, and should get there around eight pm.
I spent a good three hours wandering around Toulouse.
City of creativity, life, history character.
Lacking greenery, hostels, helpfulness.
So now I’m waiting until it’s time to get my train.
This water looks to murky and horrid to sustain much life, but the are fish here, ocassionally jumping out of the water, presumably looking for a better life.
I think it’s time to go and wait in the station to get my platform.