Grand Hotel Des Bains Sanary Sanary-sur-Mer

Really beautiful train ride along the coast (which in a way it is a shame that the railway is right on the beach) Marseille is a bigger city and not so quaint but the port area is nice. Flew out of Marseille to Lisbon. I know not quite geographically logicall

... even a few unaccompanied women sneak past.

After I've had enough excitement for the evening I walk back to the station to wait out the rest of the night. Its only 2am, so I've got some time to kill. I end up talking with an old man who is standing in front of the station smoking a cigarette. After a brief chat, he invites me back to his place to wait for my train. He seems friendly enough, and the prospects of waiting in the cold for three more hours aren't ...

... with: “the world needs more fools like you.”

Even I fluxuate in my thought about what’s goin on. Most importantly, I live day to day and try to plan out what’s needed for the immediate future (i.e. food and shelter). Some days I;m on top of the world. I feel healthy and strong, and I’m exactly where I want to be. Other days…well today was a day I felt like a ...

So we left St Tropez to head towards Avignon. I wanted to drive along the coast and we found a little road to take us there.. Little alright! It was about 11 or 17km of narrow winding steep roads. The worst part was the cars we occasionally ran into coming the other way and the big drop on the other side!
But it was all worth it. We found all these beautiful little beaches. We stopped at one and ...

... as if they omit bathrooms strictly as a matter of space. So I’ve got the bell tower room, high above the street and across from the Gare St. Charles, watching people come and go at all hours. I don’t have TV, but I do have Tinariwen on my buzz-box.

This room could probably be dubbed the ‘suicide suite’ if it weren’t so small, given its high perch five stories over the street far ...

... where the man needs two women to scrub him down, rinse him off, then… hmmm, it’s starting to sound better. Every time I think of a bidet, I think of Henry Miller’s Tropic.

My hotel apparently even has a language test, which I barely passed. First she tells me she has no room, and then changes her mind when I inquire about the next day. The only problem is Internet. WiFi is not standard in anything less than $100/night and no ...

... store type moment.

Then picked up some wine for dinner, in a 10 litre fill your own container. Amazing.

Next few days spent by the pool, went into Toulon shopping, found the only shelf of english books in the whole city im sure.. had to stock up for the yacht!

... at a stand in the market and pain au chocolate (chocolate filled buttery pastry like no other) from a nearby bakery. With our treats in hand and a freshly poured ice cold Heineken, we were all set. Time for the bike journey home, but this time in the midday sun. Getting home involved riding up all the steep hills we had rode so freely down to get there. Push peddle push. Go go go. D o n ' t. G i v e. U p . We were out of shape, tired and we ...

... Riviera. Yes, France is a little out of the way, I mean it's kind of difficult to just "swing by" France on your way to Panama, but hey, what the hell, you only live once right and why should we pass this up? It was a few months ago, months after the itinerary was constructed, the budget was formed, and plane tickets were purchased that we got the news: The wedding has been postponed until further notice. C'est la vie! Elle est bonne comme meme!