Modern Hotel Antibes
1 Rue Fourmiliere Antibes, French Riviera - Cote d'Azur, Provence, France
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Close the door on your way out
... from the day I handed in my notice at work last January. I was off travelling during July, August and September and really, those adventure were for me and I didn't share that much. It was fun to drop the odd geo-tagged public posting around on Google though.
I've spent the last month up in the mountains, with a visit to Marseille thrown in. Now I'm sitting in a flat in Nice, trying not to spend money. It's too easy in this town, mainly because the ...
Villefranche sur Mer
... in the middle of the crowd. Everyone gathered around him and started singing. I felt like I was in some kind of old timey French movie. It just didn't seem real. Unfortunately, we couldn't stay too long as we had to get Nicolas to bed. Regardless, it was one of the highlights of our trip so far. Today, Nicolas was still a bit sick so we gave up our plans to go exploring again and stuck around Antibes. We went back to the Marché Provençal ...
Florence!
... and walked a few blocks to the space electric discoteca where Jersey Shore filmed a few times. It wasn't like our clubs back home but nothing really compares anyways. We rocked the place till 3am and continued back at the hotel. Needless to say many of us slept all this morning and the afternoon on our way into Rome. We have an early start again but were going to see the Collessium! ...
Antibes Antics Again!
... super fast!
Saturday started off very quickly and we were out of Palma by 11h30 so that we would arrive in Palma de Menorca in time for the rugby, which despondently turned out to be a meaningless waste of my life. However the trip itself was pretty sweet. We cruised at an average speed of 28 knots, three times faster than my good old Grand Bleu sails. I was informed of extreme discomfort at times but fortunately the ocean remained calm so we rocked up in ...
The "Yachtie" Dream
... get me by...well so I thought because in the end it was only her wisdom that helped me out. On my pretty much sudden arrival she informed me that I was going to have to stay in one of the worst crew houses in France but luckily for me the directions I was given were so horrendous that I ended up staying in a decent crew house out of sympathy. I had also arrived in France with the smashing riches of R300, which translates to a very inadequate €30. It got me to where I needed to ...


