29th July 2013 (I know I know, I'm a bit late)
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It's 1.30am in the morning and that is the sound of my phone alarm across the room. Having had approximately 3.5 hours of sleep, it's time to get up, because, you know, flights and that.
At 2.30am, Jess and I were on our way to Gatwick Airport to board our 6.30am (or so we thought) flight to Nice (ta Jess's Mum!). Upon arrival, we joint the giant queue for Easyjet Bag Drop-Off and it was at this point we realized that our fight was at 5 past 6. Drama. Having successfully dropped off our bags as the above suggests, we rushed through security, only to realize that we had 0 time to do the necessary flight prep, ie brecky and Vodka purchasing. Instead we had to jog along the travalators (moving pavement my arse) all the way to the gate without so much as a sniff around duty free.
When we eventually made it to the gate, we found that we had enough time to purchase THE MOST EXPENSIVE BREAKFAST EVER from Wetherspoons before we boarded our flight. Panic over.
When we arrived in Nice, it was raining. Really. There was actually a thunderstorm.
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| I know we appear to be smiling - however, it was raining so we were sad. |
After a short bus ride to Nice Train Station, we had our second small travel kerfuff of the day. Turns out, train stations in the south of France aren't very well organised. After trying (and failing) to work out the French-language-only ticket machine, we went to the ticket office. We asked the man if there was a later train than the one departing in 10 minutes and he shrugged. Yep. Sat there in front of his computer, which I assume would divulge this knowledge if he asked, he chose to instead sit there looking bemused about our predicament. Caving in, we went to the platform.
At the platform was a train. Next to the train was a sign which announced that the train on the platform was the 9.45 train to Cannes and the next one was to Bordeaux. It was 11 o'clock. Not knowing what else to do we got on the train and hoped for the best.
45 minutes later, we were in Cannes. Once we were outside the station, we realized that we had a distinct lack of map and found a deeply unhelpful one outside the station. Shrugging and ploughing on, we grabbed a coke and went searching for our apartment.
Our apartment(Suite Affaire)was by the harbour, which was filled to the brim with giant yachts, as you would expect in a classy place like Cannes.
First things first, we headed out for cocktails at the small bar called 'The Melting Pot' - start as we mean to go on and all that.
We then decided
to go and search for a supermarket - this actually turned out harder than first
anticipated and it took us about an hour and several car near misses (on my
part) and lots of 'Ou est le Supermarche' before
we eventually realized that the supermarket was above a clothes shop
- who knew!
We stocked up on Vodka and food (in that order) and struggled with it back to the apartment.
After rustling up a small feast with our food purchases, we decided to head to the beach to have ice cream and soft drinks (we so hardcore).
And so endeth a very long day of traveling. After this we headed back to the apartment and got some well deserved (in my opinion) shut-eye.
To stop this becoming a very long winded blog post and you thinking f-this, I'm gonna go and and do something constructive with my time, I will pause this adventure story here. Feel free to return and continue on this holiday quest with Jess and I!
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