Most of the group arrived in Nice (besides Justin and Darrick) after three trains. The hostel was a short walk from the train station, just a block away from the beach. On the way there we went through Cannes and Antibes where the annual Cannes Film Festival was. We didn’t get in until 6:30 and settled in. We had an 8 bedroom dorm with one bathroom. It was definitely the smallest room so far. Let me tell you, it’s not exactly ideal having one bathroom for 8, I’d take the community bathrooms any day. The shower only trickled water and the boys managed to dirtier it up within 12 hours. We did have a giant window facing into a few backyards which was great. We then wondered to find booze and check out the beach. We also found a great kebab restaurant across the street. The night ended with bottles of wine and cards.
In the morning we got up leisurely and headed to the beach. We heard it was a rocky beach but that was an understatement. You literally cannot find an inch of sand on their beaches. Mitch and I weaseled our way into getting some beach pads and set up camp. While sitting there we had some unwanted viewers lurking. A very creepy old Indian man with his family was filming us (mainly just me) and other girls around. He become so obvious, standing only 15 ft away, I started yelling at him. He finally understood and walked away, but continued to film other girls around…. very disturbing. Mitch moved and sat in front of me while Drew stood up to block him. Within 20 minutes the rest of the guys were antsy and on their way to Cannes. Sam, Mitch, and I moved to a different beach and didn’t move all day. While the boys were in Cannes they visited their friend Shera and checked out all of film festival hype. They also stopped in Antibes and looked at all of the mega yachts and had dinner.
Later Justin and Darrick finally showed up after their long day of transferring between five trains. While they made their way to Nice, at one stop Darrick had a hard time opening the train door from the outside. Meanwhile, four poliza officers noticed this little man jerking the train door and ask him to step outside and gave him a strip search. While searching his bag for drugs, he gave them his U.S passport and they called it in to make sure it was real. After this minor altercation with the poliza he was able to step onto the train. Justin had been watching from his seat and was very happy Darrick was able to safely board the train.
Luckily the rest of us had 24 hours to calm our nerves from the loosing-Darrick experience and were all happy to finally have them there. We headed out to get food and wine and later walked the town. We eventually found the bar we were told to go to but of course it was “full”.
The next day we had fresh wraps and fruit for breakfast at the next door Brasserie. Justin, Darrick, Mitch, Keagan, Drew, and I then headed to Monaco (Monte Carlo), which Justin had been dreaming of going to since his last visit to Europe. We headed straight for the Casino to check it out, but lagged around for an hour while the guys drooled over every car in sight. The Casino and hotel was relatively small compared to what we’re used too but the view from the terrace was unreal. We then headed straight for the beach to continue our beach week extravaganza. It was small and crowded (being that it was Sunday) but had better sand then Nice and a swimming area. After roasting for hours we trekked back up to the Monte Carlo and went to the adjacent, not-so-strict, casino. Justin and Keagan threw down on the Black Jack table, facing men that were putting down 500 euro bills. It didn’t last long but Keagan came out on top and Justin only lost 10. It was more for the experience because we were there.
After Monaco we headed to dinner in Nice. Justin and I ended up going off to a restaurant and finally had some good salad and fish. We then wondered around the flee-market area and met the guys back at the hostel. Him and I bought a bottle of wine and headed to the beach for a few hours. In the morning we had to get up early to catch a train to Cinque Terre.
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