Rome Et Saint Pierre Marseille

... its agonizing end, and I hop off, ready to explore.

The first order of business is to locate my bus connection to Torino. Looks like I can add another entry in my file "life lessons I've learned while traveling". As it turns out the bus station is closed, and I was supposed to reserve my ticket yesterday. Well, I've also learned that one of my strengths as a traveler is my ability to handle sleep deprivation, so I book a train ticket for 5am tomorrow, and set out ...

... a village called Le Tholonet, not far outside of Aix, one of the villages around the Sainte-Victoire mountain. The landscape was incredible, completely different to what we have on Exmoor of course, and views
were stunning. We walked up to the Barrage (dam) Zola, built by Emile Zola’s (a French writer living in the latter half of the 19th Century) father. The water was a turquoise colour, and it was there that I chose my spot to yodel and sing The Sound of ...

... made some friends had we the time and resources to put together costumes... I decided we were dressed up as Canadians, which I thought would have worked great until Tom pointed out that Canadians would probably speak more French. But we weren't really left out, there were only a handful of people dressed up. Overall; here is the tally of costumes in Aix on halloween: 2 girls in witch hats (with one stocking each), 5 ...

... write her address and draw a map I realized that something was terribly wrong. She drew a map of Corse (Corsca) - a little French island I the Medeterranian. We were headed to Corse, not Italy! The victim of not having an Italian map and too little internet time. Who knew? Propriano certainly sounds Italian to me…

We weighed our options:
1) continue on and cycle across Corse (2700m altitude ...

... for a start, is very different, especially for languages. It seems that the French love grammar, and so Russian is becoming very tedious, having lectures on why each letter goes where. The written and spoken lessons are going pretty well though, and the teacher is great, though is mad about pronounciation and accent. This might be wrong of me to say, but when foreigners learn English, do they ever try and do an English accent and pronounce all the words properly? I ...

... myself to one a day for the sake of conscience. They’re the thin kind, too, so usually come folded like a paper airplane or even rolled up tortilla-style. Of course there are lots of Maghribian dishes in the Arab quarter- couscous etc., but that requires actually sitting down… ahem. Easier are the taboules and other salads available in the grocery stores. At least a steady diet of vitamins has finally ...

... Jean explained that he had grown up in the castle, and lived there until he and Dominique married and moved to an apartment in Marseille.The Peytavin family sold the property in 1998, but have been back to visit several times for family gatherings. Michael was surprised to learn that his ancestors had once owned so much land and amassed such wealth.  After that we drove out to the TGV train station in Aix en Provence to confirm our ...

Slept in then headed to Marseille, the ghetto captial of the south of france. Had the most amazing lunch in the park of fresh baguettes, olive tapenade, and brie. Felt like I really was in france right then. Then climbed up a giant hill in the million degree heat to get to the Notre Dam[n] cathedral. Was actually really ...

... 279;da - laikas, kadangi dauguma kempingų mūsų nebepriimtų turbūt po 20.00 valandos, o ką jau kalbėt apie galimybę kempingą rasti tiesiog pilnut pilnutėlį. Nuo Marselio iki Cassis veda vaizdingas kelias palei jūra. Kaip tik ten pirmą kartą ir pamatome Vidurzemio jūrą, apie kurią taip ir ilgai snekėjome visą pavasarį ir vasarą ...

... walked off until he yelled what i assume was an expletive at me and drove off loudly. i worked out which way to go and a man walking his dog saw me and told me to turn left. I have to say that HI Marseille Bonnevienne is the worst hostel i have ever stayed at. I was told on check in that my door lock was tricky, that was the understatement of the year, it has a peice of plastic jammed in it and looks like someone tried to jimmy the door handle. The room is ok, nowhere ...