Fuggin' Nice

In Nice now.

Kinda funny, a couple of days ago getting snowed on in the Alps - yesterday spent the entire day sitting on a beach sunbaking on the Mediterrean coast. It was ridiculously unbelievable and I think its the first time on this trip I could just lie down and chill in the whole trip. Was lucky enough to meet a awesome bunch of British chaps (from Bournesworth) from my hostel - makes me kinda wish I had a cool accent too! By the way, beaches over here are all pebbly (no sand). Consequently the water is really clear 'cos theres no sand floating about, but had really sore feet every time I tried to run around.

Lots of wrinkly boobies too.

Heading to Cannes today, and then off to Lourdes tonight (I hadn't heard of these places till this trip either). Gonna bosh off down to Barcelona (after Lourdes) and meet up with the dudes from Nice, before slowly making my way up to meet some old schoolmates for ... Oktoberfest! 1 Litre steiners, and apparently they start drinking at 9 in the morning!

Also learnt a couple of new words today from my British friends -


bosh - jet off ("Bosh me a beer!" works too doesn't it Shaun?)
mosh - mate/friend
baltic - freezing
steamin' - pissed (drunk)
shout - call
doggin' - er ... well let's just say it doesn't mean the same thing when we say it in Sydney.

So to string it up -

"Let's bosh, mosh - it's bloddy Baltic."
"Good shout, let's go get steaming."

At least I think that makes sense.