It's Waffle (Christmas) time it's waffle (christmas) time wont you have some waffles (Christmas) of mine.

Some randoms saw me on the street and took me into their house. Turns out the girl is my cousin and she's married to some boy named Phil. Coincidently the girl's parents and siblings decided to come all the way from Australia for a visit and we had Christmas together. Fancy that.

Beach in Nice. I kinda forget which photos I have already put up. So if there's doubles I meant to do it.

Last time I left you I do believe we were on route to Nice. I think. So Nice was awesome (aka nice, lolsies, lolzord, roflcopter) even it the weather wasn't great. We looked at buildings, checked out the beach, saw one and a half movies in english and took advantage of the cheap drinks and more financially blessed friends we made which resulted in a good time had by all. I don't feel the need to go into great detail because rumour has it Nafan has been here done that in a much more articulate way than I would have. So good for him, and for me, and for you. Everyone wins.

Next off we headed to the incredibly picturesque and busy mega city of Tolous. I think next time I venture overseas the plan will be to come to Tolous, book the same hotel me and Royters did and just live their. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of humour, Tim". Shhhhutup you.

Only photo I took in Tolous.

That said we did manage to have some good times, easily said when they've already happened and we are no longer cold, wet and frightened (not a figure of speech). I had wanted to experience the entire spectrum of human emotion while on this trip and thanks to some freaky hippies camped on the edge of a river out in the warehouses at midnight, we well and truly have fear down pat.

Toulous did have some pretty sweet Marchet de Noel but in comparison to their Bordeaux or Stuttgard counterparts, they are a lil lacking. The highlight of the markets was probably watching wankers on the ice skating rink show off to their friends then fall over. Tre, tre entertaining. I think tolous was where I bought a CD too. I forget the band name, they're French and one of their songs was playing in the shop and it was 6 euros. Soon find out if it was worth it. Also discovered the biggest bull ring peircing shop I have ever seen. They had rainbow ones, but alas I'm not heaps keen on my nose getting infected and falling off in a big pussy mess so I refrained.

Trois Bros together at last.

I have a feeling this blog is quite disjointed. That is fine. I don't have to read it again. Although I will, because I like the sound of my own voice. So, the morning we left Tolous (which was also the first time we saw a living human being in our hotel) we were filled with hope at the thought of leaving behind the land of nothing and heading towards beautiful Bordeaux where we would meet with this cool guy we'd met in a chat room named Twigman.

Arrival brought about quite a large, emotional, but very manly hug, much to the disgust of the many French people standing around. Then we breathed, which also disgusted many of the French people as there wasn't cancer mixed in with the carbon dioxide. Annnyways we wondered round Bordeaux for an hour or so and then headed to our hotel, which was cheap, dodgey, but very lovable. Some may say it had "character" such as showering in what could only be described as a small wheat silo. Once we got over the fact that the lil spastic boy who could barely scrape a pass in his French uni course when he left Aus could now basically speak French fluently, we headed into the Chrissy markets where Nafan and I both fell in love with Nutella Hamburgers (aka two sugary don

uts with warm nutella sandwhiched between them).

On top a the world babeh.

The next day we headed to Youropes largest sand dune. Ridiculously excellent sight/fun times entailed. It was "misting" and we stood on top of a 100m tall pile of sand, the ocean on one side, rainforest on the other and the sun just breaking through the cloud. We then proceeded to remove our clothing (keeping our Bonds on in hope of a sponsership deal, also there were Germans watching and taking photos) and sprint/fall/roll down the dune. Don't worry, I have footage which I know you're dying to see.

The view.

That night found us Punjabbing and more nutella Hamburgers, followed by a "sneaky cheesy" then a fairly early night, I think. I don't quite remember. Somewhere between then and our last night Nathan and I went out into the vineyards and got a tour/wine tasting experience with a rich french guys son who had lived in Aus for 4 years. The whole time he was talking about the micro-climates etc etc I could feel Mrs Armstrong's glazed eyes and blank smile burning into the back of my head. Wine was good though.

Second last night in Bordeaux we walked through the city and innocently walked past some attractive young girls when Nathan exclaimed "I think I heard some English" Nick sprung into the air and ran back to engage them in conversation. Nathan and I quickly followed and 30mins later we had a list of the best places to head on Thursday night, which is the equivelent of our Wednesday nights, but with more people.

Aussie "pub".

So Thursday night we bought some wine, some ice cream and headed on our merry way to the pub/club centre. After hitting a few clubs, being snowed on, laughing at the French take on an "Aussie Pub" (which only sold Fosters) and knocking back an invitation for the three of us to fight one dude, at about 2am we headed back home. We didn't quite make it as a random dude with a "willy warmer beanie" on his head exclaimed he loved Australians and invited back to his friends house for a few drinks. After many hours, many bilingual slang words exchanged and many monkeys laughed at on animal planet we headed back home. This proved to be slightly difficult as half way Me and nick lost Mr. Boyters but he was found again sleeping on the front step of the hotel as he had forgotten the password. Luckily A-boy came to the rescue with the good ol' 8944A.

Hanging with tha Frenchies.

The next day we were meant to head off to Lyon. This proved quite difficult as every cheap hostel/hotel was booked out, as was every train. After many hours of attempting to find somewhere to sleep, Nick's French family invited us to stay at theirs the night. Which we are eternally greatful for, especially because we got free dinner, yum too. 9am had us awaking to Nick's French dad rushing us into his car and driving us to the tram station because he is a ledgend. And a few hours later we arrived in Lyon and after a few wrong turns we found our hotel on the other side of the train station we had just arrived at.

As far as action goes Lyon was fairly uneventful but it was quite enjoyable as we swapped stories, swapped gay jokes, swapped flatulence, swapped punches and swapped shots of rum which had been sitting in my bag since I first bought it because it was quite, ummm, unpleasant.

Nathan did, however, complete his French Sin City collection, which is very exciting for him, and also for me. I don't really know why. Maybe we have become even closer over the past month that I find it hard separating my feelings from his. Which may explain why I'm so good at guitar all of a sudden. That's a lie. I'm so good because I practice all the time.

View from Katie and Phil's balcony.

On the 22nd we jumped on a 7hour train back to Tolous then to Mont Pelierre then probably to Sweden and then finally to Strousburg, which is only about 3hours away from Lyon if you look at a map. Before we swapped trains at Strousburg, Nick rang his cousins (who he and Nathan are staying with) in the Dorf (dusseldorf) to see if it was cool if I stayed there for a night because the lady in Lyon said there were no trains to Stuttgard until the next day. Once again transport worked in our favour and Nicks uncle told him there should be trains from Strousburg to Stutty. So we sussed it out and 15mins later I was on my way to Katie and Phils house. Yay.

Warm wine with cousin John.

Phil met me at the station and we trekked back to his and Katie's appartment, which is a good size for two people, not to bad for three, not so good for seven. That night the three of us chilled out, watched Scrubs etc etc and the next morning cousin Julie arrived. We headed into town then to the traino to meet Katie's parents and Cousinjohn. This progressed into a night at the Chrissy Markets which resulted in Bratwurst and Gruttvein (hot wine) for dinner.

Last night of the Christmas Markets.

I really forget what's been happening here. It all blurs into one. I know today is Christmas. Yay. And I got to talk to MumDad and Lau yesterday  but not Peter because he's a big giant sluzz bucket (ps "thanks for ringing at 8am". Not a quote by me).

Porsche Museum was closed.

So that is a very tired account of what's been happening. Lots of German food the past few days. First real breakfast I've had in ages today because Europeans don't like to eat real food in the morning. Probs won't write again until after New Years. So expect a biggun then.

My new ride biatcheeeees.

Love Timqth.

Ps. I hate Third Day and do not enjoy Christmas Carols. Hence why I wish someone would smash Katie's laptop to stop them playing the Third Day Christmas album which is being played constantly. Hoorah!

First snow, pretty.

Pps. There is a cupboard in the roof and me and John tried to open it but it got stuck and John pulled really hard and then it sprang open and smacked into the light and the cover fell off and hit john in the face then smashed on the ground. It was awesome.