May 15/16 Paris,Marseilles,Nice

We spent our last day in Paris with our new friends from Prince George, Colin and Dalton. We've decided to join forces and travel together. We sat in the hostel trying to decide where to go next, Colin and Dalton wanted to head south. I wanted to go north and see the Normandy beaches, but after much discussion we decided to go to Nice, in southern France. I'm a little disappointed I probably won't go to Normandy but I'm having fun with these guys so it's cool. We spent hours trying to find a train, bus, plane anything to Nice but couldn't find shit. We decided to just head to the train station hoping for some help. We told the lady behind the glass of our situation and after about 30 minutes she found us a way to Nice. The 4 of us will have to take separate trains to Marseilles then stay the night, the next day we will take a train to Nice. Being spontaneous has its advantages, however being cheap isn't one of them.

We headed back to the hostel a little bummed at what we had to pay, and that our only option was to leave that night, but Colin kept saying "It's only money dudes." I have to agree. We're in France with new friends, chasing girls, drinking, seeing the sights, the last thing I want to do is worry about how much a train ticket costs.

Our hostel hosts in Paris suggested we just find a park to sleep in when we got to Marseilles. The homeless/rape jokes began to flow. We had no idea what we were going to do once we got there. Bryce and I took one train while Dalton and Colin took another, they arrived an hour after us. We stood in the station looking like shit. Not sure if we should just sleep in the station or find a hotel. We said fuck it and walked across to the French version of a holiday inn. It was about 50 Euros each for the night, we didn't care. The rooms were the nicest we've had yet, the bathrooms and air conditioning were worth the extra dough.

Next morning we boarded our train to Nice, the weather in Southern France is awesome. It's warm, but there's a light breeze. After only a few hours my face is already pretty red. As long as I don't burn my tattoo I don't care. Our train to Nice was supposed to be two hours, but after some electrical problems it took 4. We were pretty upset but after rolling through Cannes (where they have the Film Festival right now) and seeing the Mediterranean Sea our spirits were high. After a short walk we found the hostel. It's awesome, they have sail boat tours, scuba diving, cliff jumping, its only five minutes from the beach, and an in house chef. Bryce keeps calling it "French Hawaii". Plus at happy hour only 1 euro for a tall can of beer. We quickly found our room and started drinking, by 730 we were shit faced, five cans of beer on an empty stomach will do that. All the other tables around us were enjoying their supper and sipping on wine. Bryce, Colin, Dalton and I were making a pyramid out of empty beer cans. We walked through the streets looking stylish in flip flops, swim trunks, and wife beaters. But after some food we're hitting the sack. Tomorrow we're going to the beach, hopefully some of the cute girls here will join us.