'Nice 2008'
This is the first day we spent in Nice. It may look over cast, but it fookin roasting. I got mega sun burnt.
First thing you do when you arrive in a new country, head to the nearest park and start drinking!
You can always tell you're somewhere hot when there are palm trees everywhere.
Me in front of a big fountain. Check out the dudes on the poles behind me.
These things were weird.
The next day we went to Cannes for the film festival. The movie people ruin this town for a whole week every year. This is the most famous hotel there, the Carlton,
and it's beautiful to look at, except for the ads for all the upcoming shitty movies. The business sucks!
Another part of Cannes defaced with the purpose of parading wankers.
When we got away from all the movie nonsense, Cannes was a superb little town.
After the trauma of Cannes, we headed back to Nice for some wine by a very choppy Mediterranean sea. Great night!
We went to Monaco prior to the GP just so we could get our bearings. It was only a 20 min train journey away. The Station at Monaco is underground and massive.
Everyone in Monaco must have a boat! There were loads and they were all massive, obviously trying to compensate for something.
More Monaco cruisers.
The Saturday before the Grand Prix, we took an old train into the hills to a place call Auntravoux (think that's how you spell it, but that's how it sounded)
This Castle was bloody high and took us forever to get up.
The view from the top was stunning.
We went to a place called Vielfranch (again, can't spell it, but this is how it sounds)
Carol walking round in her bikini and shorts. She did threaten to go topless - I told her I'd be a mushroom cloud laying mo-fo if she did.
We liked Vielfranch so much, we went back for dinner. Here's me liquored up on wine walking in sea.
Our second to last day there, we went to the hottest place in France, Menton. They had orange trees growing everywhere.
Like most places in the south of France, Menton had a marina. Again, lots of tiny cocks.
...and lots of narrow streets. God knows how they get cars down these things.
The weather turned in Menton and got stormy. The waitress at this place though we were mad sitting outside in the wind.
Carol is nuts about old cemeteries so we have to go see them. I like this pic, taken with my new Canon 5d. Don't know who Credo was, didn't he try and kill Han Solo?
After walking everywhere in Menton, we chilled out by the sea in some dangerously fashionable, though very comfy reclining chairs.
While we were chilling by the sea, this pigeon got real close to us. It was a tough bird.
Here's Carol later that night when we're out at dinner.
After all the walking around and the sun burn, my feet were goosed. Only now, a good 5 days later, are they getting back to normal. I was looking forward to getting home.
BUT...Flyglobespan wasn't going to let me get home. Our flight was supposed to leave at 8:20 pm - here it says 3:30 am the next morning. It finaly left at 4:45am - fuckers.
In an attempt to entertain myself during the 8 hour wait, I found this ride-on toy for kids. The guys who made this were realy worried about copyright! Rod Bell, ha ha ha ha ha!