Ibis Rennes Centre Gare Sud

I went just one day to Rennes. I thought it was really pretty since all of the houses are made of
rough stones, des maisons bretonnes typiques. Aussi, les maisons sont faites
toutes un peu croches, ca donne un petit style que j'aimais bien.



Et oui effectivement, il fait beau plusieurs fois par jour. It does rain a LOT.
There is mainly what is in every french city, bars, restaurants and shoe shops!

Been chopping some wood for the fire for the last 2 days with ayms cousins and family. 1 of ayms cousins has an old merc he doesnt need, so he has told us we can have it.
Its gonna cost qbout 400 euros to get in insured, mot and on the road, but im hoping rose and mickou will come and split the costs with us.
Petrol to tunisia through spain and africa will cost about 300 euros so its not too bad, hoping to get work in south of france next week to fund it.

... a new town or city is far more compelling than grannies lovely soup. The plan is to move on in the next few days, possibly meeting up with my friends Rose and Mickou (sp) if we can get work along the way.

So gonna sign off for now, hopefully find some work on the internet and the next post will be from spain. Adios amigo!

Unfortunately the fairy tale turretts and cobble streets failed to live up to expectation and seemed to lack any ambiance. This was probably not helped by us arriving at lunchtime when but everything was shut - French siesta time. After wandering around the deserted streets ...

... 19th century viaduct spanning high above the port. It was beer o'clock so we found the old towns bar street and settled ourselves down on one of the outside tables. We tried two local beers a Picon and Affligate. Picon a dark beer but tasting like it contained lemonade (hmmm not sure about that one) and Affligate which was like a blonde Leffe - this was a good choice ...

... it clem smells and would only slow us down... so off we trotted in the general direction of moROCKo trying to lose the hordes of green t shirted rivals, when a man approached us. he was drunk n said his name was crazy marco. this seemed like the kind of person whoi could relate to and could help us on our way. so i got chatting to him in my fluent frog n he said something like "í´m from algeria and take rate drugs, do you wanna let your ladyfriend come back to mine to ...

... Breton dance. We all were going to learn how to dance, listen to a live Breton band and drink cider. We were all quite excited. The only thing was that the dance was held upstairs in a building with no windows or air conditioning so it was hot. After the first dance, we were ready to get back outside in the cool air. Despite that, I had a lot of fun. I learned three kinds of Breton dance and a Scottish reel. The reel took a little bit because I was the lead with a friend and we ...

... On top of being exhausted from my week off, I've had trouble coming to terms with myself of how my time in France has gone. I thought that the month of February went at a fairly moderate speed but now that the first two weeks of March have come and gone so fast, I'm starting to feel like time is running out. I knew from the beginning that four months in France was going to give me only so much improvement. I will admit that I have fallen with my other American comrades ...