Nice to see ya, to see ya Nice
Blog: Send The Bugger Back - 7 November 2009
By: Dan Bowen
Well today hasn’t started too swell, I missed the 11:10 train to Nice I intended to get. The problem was that I just missed a tram to the central station while buying a ticket and annoyingly the screen said the next one wouldn’t be for 25 minutes which wouldn’t give me time to get my train ticket.
I had planned to get it yesterday but didn’t get a chance and as it’s an international journey I can’t use the ticket machines that I’ve become a dab hand at. So that means I need to wait in a queue (which are usually rather hefty).
As I knew I didn’t have time I just mooched back to the hostel to hang out there while waiting for the 15:10 train.
The worst bit is though that I’d sourced a bar in Nice that is showing the City vs Burnley game, now I’ll get there much too late for it. Boo.
France will bring me up to country number 26, the bad news is there will be no completely new countries for me now that I’m not going to Andorra or Portugal. Boo.
I made the 15:10 without issue. €30, not too bad for a 5 hours journey.
‘To Lose My Life’ by White Lies starts with a good opening track and then goes downhill rapidly, very dull stuff.
My mate Jimbo is texting me the City score, it’s now nearly half time and we are 2-0 down. I’m glad I got the late train. Unless there is a magnificent 2nd half comeback it will be a disastrous result. As I type SWP has just pulled one back.
It finished 3 a piece in the end apparently. Not quite disastrous but certainly not very bloody good.
While on the train some crazy Italian fella who was with his wife and daughter was grilling me indirectly via a Russian girl who speaks Italian and English. He was asking banal questions like “Have you ever had lasagna?”, “What do you like and dislike about Italy?” and “What do people drink in England?”. He was driving the poor girl mad.
The Villa Sant Exupery is where I’m staying in Nice. My first impressions are very good, a nice big bar with loads of free internet terminals and cans of Ottweiler Pils at €1. Goodo.
Actually it’s just occurred to me that I will likely go to Monaco at some point tomorrow, that counts as a new country. Whoo!
The pic is of the pet reptile thingy at the hostel in Milan, a right vicious little bugger when worms are dropped in he is.
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