Le National Sete

Well i know it has been a long time since i wrote but that is because i have been trying to get my laptop working so that i can upload photos with my blog entries. But ive been unsuccessful and so for now it is just gonna have to be boring words. Today is the 3rd of December and so i have a lot to write but for now im just going to write about my weekend in the South because this computer is going incredibly slow and not loading the letters ...

Hello, I'm french and I come to Palangkaraya January 25 until February
20 with a friend. We are looking to rent a house with 2 rooms and not too far from
downtown.

Halo, saya orang prancis dan saya datang ke
Palangkaraya dari 25 Januari sampai Februari 20 dengan seorang teman. Kami
mencari untuk menyewa rumah tidak jauh dari pusat kota.

Thank you for your help. Terima kasih.

... 8217;s getting late into the Fall. However wonderful it is, the heavy evening dews may actually be worse than England’s rain for putting away a tent. Completely wet inside from condensation in the cool night air, as well as wet outside from the dew, we are always packing a soaked tent. That and the mosquitos are ever-present again. Just had to add a few negatives so all my Canadian friends burried under snow don't get too jealous ;)

... BUT the info we got for the campsite was wrong and it was closed.. and the one next door too. So a rushed internet trip we found one, way out and got there just in time. France is full of red lights, roundabouts and pedestrian crossings!!!! Im SOOOOO over them all!!!!

Got to the campsite and there were no buses in town,. We were exhausted by then so fell into bed and decided to give up on that part of France and head to Lyon the next day...

Well, what were the features of our second week in Sète? There were some changes in the weather, for one thing. It has stayed pretty hot, but the crystal clear weather became hazy for a couple of days before the winds arrived.

There are two strong winds that batter the south of France from a northerly direction. The mistral is the better known, and it blasts down the Rhone valley for about 3 days at a time. It's a bit east of us so doesn’t bother us. The other is the ...

... back to the journey. We drove from the Champagne to Geneva on Sunday. Jean-Jacques and Brigitte had been visiting their son, who is at university in Leeds, and only arrived home on Sunday afternoon themselves. And got landed immediately with us!

Having decided to avoid the (toll paying) French auto-routes as much as possible, we expected the drive to Geneva through the magnificent, mountainous Jura ...

... Harlingen in Holland, except the architecture was very definitely French. Cafes on the canals were the place for dins and we were pleasantly surprised at the quality, if not the cost. Next day Di went looking for a coiffure for coupe. They were mainly booked but one decided they could help. A lovely girl and Di was most impressed by both the cut and price. Very reasonable. Then off we went with a properly programmed GPS heading for Antibes ...

... is no shortage of French queing up to buy up what is essentially pretty ordinary property in an average beach town. It's all quite a contrast - the English phenomenon of "A home overseas" is searching out nice spots where the language and culture are different from what we have at home. For our Gallic friends it seems as long as they can still speak their beloved French, then pretty much anywhere gets the thumbs up. Lunch today on the waterfront a big disappointment, but as ...

... almost eery day with zorking and was also downloading pictures; Cyber cafes seem to only allow for limited time and my time runs out before my good intentions: I've also realized that the last é blogs have been sent auite incomplete as I've followed the caution of "save and sent later" and then discovered that nothing was recorded after I've done that: Pretty frustrating: So this time I'll take the chance on "all or nothing": Briefly; after Italy (the last ...

... perfection, we would have became coffee maker ! (cafeteras, in spanish) One day a voice pick me up. Vincenzo took me and he introduced me to Laia. It was great travelling all around europe. He brought me to Dublin, then to Montpellier, I really had a great time, but after a while such a comments like: what a great coffee didn't give me any satisfactions. I needed to travel. They had shown me part of the world, but I wanted more. That's why I left Cafetera