bonjour!!!

Update

Below is an old post that didn't work, but I a reposting for the heck of it. Currently I am in Italy checking out some town. I have started to forget town names a little, which is slightly unamusing. Still, great fun is being had as measured largely by the amount of pasta I am eating. i have decided that Italy is ever so slightly better than France re : food, but it is truly splitting hairs. I am travelling with Mat at the moment. Once he flies out from Rome on the 2nd it will be solo again for another 8 days or so. Plan is to stay mostly in Italy doing the eastern coast and top bits plus Milan, then drop car in Nice and fly to Berlin. Most of this is being done by the seat of my pants which feels like it is wearing a little thin in places. It is a bit tricky to describe how it all is - each day is pretty packed with lots of stuff. I spend alot of time thinking stuff like, what is this place, who lived here, how am I different, what is travel anyway, and aren't tourists a bunch of irritating dip-shits? (answer generally is dunno, dunno, dunno, dunno, yes).

Looking forward to posting photos!

catcha

-old post-

Well ... i have finally got myself behind a computer again after what feels like an age, and probably is. I have driven in the order of 4500kms since I arrived. I am reminded of a rather sweet lyric from a pop77 song that goes - "... started off slow, but I'm in the fucking army now". But this is possibly because I have been listening to that track alot in the speed mobile.

OK list time

Best meal _ set menu at hotel in Gimmel nestled into the moutainside watching an impossibly pretty sunset over a ancient mossy valley complete with little ruins etc plus a bottle of bugandy wine. Bliss!!!

Best room - Spain near Bilboa tucked into the top of an attic on a bit of a clif face. The window opened up through the roof and I stuck my head out for ciggies and watched the light house thingy swirl around through the rain.

Best person met - the owner of the spanish clif hotel thing. He was awesome and we danced the dose-do at 9am in the morning and he gave me free breaky.

The most fucking lost I have been - Nice. I was a bit hungover and coundn't find the hotel for love nor money. I have developed a cranky hatred for Nice now.

Most amazingly not lost - the entirety of Spain trip without a guide book, visit to a tourist centre thingo or nuch in the way of a road map. I have found that lost is very subjective. If you don't have to be anywhere and you like your surrounds, then you are not really lost even if you cannot exactly say where inthe name of fuck you are.

Where i am now - sort of near Nice but in a coastal town. Pretty nice area, but it is all a little "gold-coast" in places. Picking up Mat tonight, and it will be fun to have a map reader in the car! Looking forward to ditching this piece of coast and heading where there are fewer people. Sorry - still no pics. Maybe Mat will be able to help with that.