There were a number of trains I had to take from Milan to Nice. I had to take the train from Milan to Ventimiglia (the last station in Italy), then to Monaco and then Nice.
When I got to Ventimiglia I no idea what trains to get or how to get to Nice. I still hadn't got anywhere to sleep. I was sure I'd be sleeping on the beach, if I got there. I got talking to a group of 3 from Finland who were going to Nice and decided to tag along with them and hopefully get in there hostel. When we got to Monaco the trains were a bit messed up so they decided to ring there hostel and say they would be a bit late. They were told their beds had been re-sold. We were all withought a place to stay now. I felt really sorry for them. They took the news well though suprisingly.
We made it to nice at about 11:30pm and walked for over a hour and half checking every hotel and hostel we came across on the way. Every place was the same story, "sorry we're full". Apparently there was a convention on so everywhere was booked up. It was getting really late and we were all tired so split into two groups for a final push before heading back up towards the train station. Sammy (one of the Fins who looks a bit like a shorter chunkier version of Fredy Flintoff) spotted a hotel behind a little park. We rang the bell a couple of times but no answer. Luckely though, when we started to walk off someone answered the door and even more fortunate they had one room left. It was possabily the last room in Nice, or at least that's how it felt. It was a double but we all decided to take it and sqeeze in. It worked out cheeper than a hostel and was a lot nicer. Below is the View from our room.
I slept well and was ready for an easy, relaxed day on the beach.
When on the train from Amsterdam, I was given a blanket to use as it could get a bit chilly. It was straight in my bag for a beach towel when getting to Nice. How's about that for forward thinking?
We got to the beach about 12:30pm and left about 4:30pm. It is the longest I have ever willingly stayed on a beach in the sun. It was pebbled and had beautiful blue/green sea that was not cold at all to get in. I wanted to go to the beach to try and get a bit of a tan and actually look like I'd been abroad. With just going around cities I have been in the shade of builings a lot and obvioulsy in t-shirts and long shorts so not getting much sun.
It's safe to say, I got a tan. I did my classic of going for a swim and when getting out, falling asleep before re-applying my sun tan lotion. It's fair to say, I'll either go brown or all my skin will fall off.
I had fun at the beach, especially writing things on the pebbles for people to find later. I also wrote some things for some girls close by. Things like "you smell" and then running over and pulling their hair. My usual pulling rituals. For some reason it failed. Time for Plan B. I was going to try take inspiration from the pigeons in Rome who were puffing out their cheasts and faning out their tails and dragging them on the floor, but to be honest there were too many people there and some of the pebbles were sharp. So I went home.
We went back to the room where my skin processed to a magenta colour, then it was off to watch the football (if you can call it that).
We had a couple of drinks after and Then back to the room to watch Family Guy in German and then Scrubs in French
Night
Ps sorry it was a bit long today.
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