Madame Vacnaces Residence Les Consuls de Mer
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Travel Blogs from Montpellier
The first day...
This is the story of the trip that nearly didn't happen due to my extreme tiredness the day before I left (and perhaps the pint of cider that I'd had after playing 2 and a half netball games). Anyway, I ended up setting my alarm clock for the time that I wanted to leave the house rather than the time I needed to be awake...so I left the house at …
Blog 6
... meant the wind stopped. it was soooooo BAD. Most of the ride was downhill, a good thing i thought to finish the trip. So how hard was it......... on the flat i was pushing my uphill gears which are usually reserved for tough up hills obviously, not just for sections of the ride, but yes, all day until Toulouse. All day in uphill gears...that is terrible. In some instances even on the downhills i was pushing up-hill gears...OK, only the gentle downhills, but ...
Blog 5
... i consulted the map to check) but it was just one big flat plain in front of them so you could see the full extent of the mountains. Also when you see on the maps they are obviously a huge barrier between France and Spain but incredibly you could really see this,....for real, one long stretch of mountain, the whole panorama. incredible view, one which is fairly unique given the flat plains in front of the mountains which affords you this fantastivc panoramic view on the entire ...
La fete des vignes
Vendredi en fin de journee, j me rend a Montpellier, Benben vient aussi! cool! on va aller chez des amis a lui! je fais connaissance avec un paquet de gens! on se rend a la fete de la vigne, 2 euro et il te donne une coupe et 3 coupons pour degustations des vins du coin.; finalement la plupart ne prennent meme pas les coupons, donc du vin a volonte pour 2 euro! jadore la France! apres la soiree vino, on sen va sur une terrasse, ...
In Transit
... square from us and we were given a private gig by four dishy quintessentially French guys who absolutely loved their music. The bassist strummed away to the skies whilst the guitarist with his curled mustache played like his life depended on it, need I explain that this is why I live in France?
After gathering together the Kiwi, the Brits and the Canadians we set off for the bus, our night ...