Itty bitty titty

Trip Start Apr 10, 2006
Trip End Jul 04, 2006

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Wednesday, May 3, 2006

First off, thank you guys for the beers. You guys (and girls) are great. I can't tell you how much it means to me. I will have your crazy photo out soon!!! Clark, I am going to get you the "Scooter and the Starfish" picture you requested.

Right now I'm in Cap D'Ail, France. (sounds like "capped eye"). Its a small city just east of Nice. It's right along the cost with the rest of these small train stops. Its 3:00 PM and the weather is perfect. I'm back in flip flops, shorts, and a T shirt. My native attire. The train ride through the French Rivera is almost is good as any tourist sight. You get to ride along with the cliffs out of one window, and the ocean out of the other. The train goes along the cost line the whole way so you are weaving in and out of the bays along the cost. I can't keep from staring out the window. I feel like Dennis Hoffman in that movie Rain Man. The locals just read their books or close their eyes with head phones on. I don't know how they do it. I guess anything becomes normal if you see it everyday. Its cool when your looking out the window, all you can see is cliffs and water, then you go into a tunnel its completely dark outside and all of the sudden the windows turns into a mirror (like a reflection) because of the lights inside. You can see all the people behind you. Then all the sudden, Wham! You see the ocean again when the train leaves the tunnel.

So I get off the train today about 12:50 to go meet Ryan at this beach. Of course he rode his bike to Italy and back and was meeting me there. I was walking on the small outdoor train platform and I head this lady speaking French, but she kept saying "DoDo". I thought to myself, "What the hell does DoDo mean in French, I have to know." As I walked closer, I saw two little kids sitting down and she was asking them if the have to go "DoDo". I couldn't stop laughing I guess I do know a little French after all.

The walk to the beach took about 15 minutes. It was a skinny sidewalk carved into the side of the cliffs. The stairs went up and down and around the jagged edges of the cliff. There were a few little jetties that stuck out and there were a few people laying in the sun, reading a book. Very peaceful. There are no tourist around this place which makes it nice. I kept walking along the stairs and the waves were crashing just below my feet. I could taste the salt in the air. There are a few Spanish style homes that sit up a little on the cliffs. I walked around a big cove and I though I would never find this beach. All of the sudden, there it was. It was a little beach in the back of a cove. It had a little beach style restruant, about 30 blue lawn chairs, and a huge deck that had tables separated by white cloth tied to bamboo separators. Each little table was semi private, but everyone could see the beach. It looked like something only the rich and famous would get to enjoy. It was free for me.

I met Ryan and he has all his bike getup on. I had his swim shorts in my bag. He goes and changes and we layed our towels on the beach. There were about 5 other people laying on the beach in the poor man section. To rent a beach chair it cost $15. The weather is perfect, sun is perfect, a nice cool breeze cools you down every few seconds. Apparently BonO from U2 came to this cove and parked his boat not too long ago.

I look over to the dock area and I see this girl just laying out in a chair with her top off. She must have been 18 or 19. For some reason, its so odd to see people just walk about with their boobs hanging out. Now that I know she is over their, its very distracting. I don't want to even look that direction because I don't want people thinking I'm looking at her boobs (which I was). Shit its like a train wreck, its hard not to look. I guess its normal...better then checking out all the dudes in their speedos...Gross!

After a little over an hour, we decide we didn't want to get burnt, so we started packing up. This beach was so quite. All of the sudden, a whole bus load of teenagers are coming down the stairs. They were all Italian. They all dropped their bags and ran for the sand. The girls quickly layed down towels and started taking off their clothes. I was like "Oh NO, they are all going to take their tops off too and there will be itty bitty titty everywhere." I wondered how old they were? Its hard to tell these days as I learned on the cruse yesterday. I told Ryan "if she smokes, she pokes", not 20 seconds later they all bust out a pack of ciggys and passed them around along with the lighter. I got to get out of this place quickly.

We were walking back to the train station and we passed this guy with a white shirt that said "I heart MEAT" it was hysterical. We walked a little farther and we saw two fags out on one of those jetties laying out in speedos holding hands. As we got closer, it wasn't two dudes, but a man and his wife. They had the same bottoms on, and she was topless. I thought I wasn't going to have to see itty bitty titty today...but I did. I guess that's better then seeing flap-jacks, oranges in a pair of tube socks, coffee saucers, or the mentally horrifying pair of eggs hanging on two nails.

I'm now on the train headed back to my hostel. I'm going to attempt to get a hair cut today somehow. I will probably end up with a Euro Mullette or one of those ever so popular 'Fo Hawks'. I have to figure out how many millimeters equales a half an inch is first. This will be interesting!!
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