This is what living like this does.

Rah!
scared ya.

Once again I have no way to show you pictures. Which is quite sad. But (yep, I used but at the start of a sentence, suck on that primary school english) I promise that as soon as I can I'll give you a photo tour of the past week or so and it'll be so awesome you'll wee your pants.

So, update you want hey? well here you go you greedy Australians. Last day in Paris we got up about 10. I think. I don't really remember. That's right we walked around for ages on thursday night trying to find a pub/club in Paris. But alas the city of lights was the city of darkness/closed train stations so at 1am after only finding one really expensive pub we started the long walk home seeing as the trrains were already closed.

Anyways, got up on Friday morning and I started off slow. Nafan wanted to go to Notre Dam etc. But I'd had enough of being a tourist. We washed our clothes at a random laundry mat and nathan was on his way. I on the other hand hung around the ghetto, checked out some shops, bought a ridculously awesome pastry, talked to some people and then headed back to the hostel to read Nafan's graphic novel, which is awesome, and now finished.

I fell asleep at some stage and was woken by two girls also staying in our room, one was NZ and the other NZ/german. So I talked with them, joined by the Aussie dudes and then eventually Nafan. The two girls then left for the Luve (howeever you spell it) and me and Nafan went and got some dinner. Together with the Aussies and NZs we all had a few drinks at the hostel ($3 for 1.5L of good tasting wine, yay) and then the two other Aus dropped the ball and went to bed. So the remaining four soilders went to a random pub, then another pub which i think was a gaybar but I'm not 100% sure. Either it was a gay bar with a lot of strait people or vica versa. Reguardless it was a good night and didn't end till about 3:30-4am.

Awaking at 8:30am (groan) blurry eyed and scratchy throat, Nafan and I lazily (but happily) away from our bollox hostel and headed to the train station to journey to Marseille. This turned out to be the best decision so far on this trip. The train trip itself was enjoyable as we were both wrecked and the scenery was awesome. The side of France I was looking for. Lots of rolling hills, massive green farmland, small towns. I actually felt really close to my dad's dad (who was a farmer) on that trip. Which was kinda weird but in a good way.

Once we arrived at Marseille we, once again, let our unorganisation take control and just guessed where to go. Fast foward two hours and a few more swear words and we made our way all the way back to our train station and took a different street, finding our hostel about 30seconds walk from the original destination. Thus bringing about our new pact to be more organised, which I am proud to say is working quite well.

So first night in Marseille we talked to a South African who told us were the good places to go were. Weighing the possibilities of a good night compared to a good nights sleep, we went with going out (mainly to show the 32yr old doctor and his 'male friend' we were youthful and full of spark). This also proved to be an awesome decision, as after a few minutes of cruising the bars we heard a couple notes of potential come from an underground sort of bar. Upon entering we were faced with one of the most entertaining/talented live bands I've come accross (also helps that it was free). Think of an acid jazz version of Protest the Hero with only drums, bass, keyboard and every now and then flute and that's kinda what they sounded like. You heard me kevin.

After about five 7minute songs they finished there set and we went to the "place to chill" pub, chilled and then headed home at about 1:30am, passing a fat night walker, then passing a massive transvestite street walker who was apoligising to a man in a car for being male. Fun times.

The next day we awoke at 9:30am to go to some bush walk, turned off our alarms, awoke again at about 12:30 and decided against the bushwalk. Instead we headed down to the port/beaches and walked along them. Weather was awesome as was the day. When we arrived in Marseille Nafan and I both had this feeling we were closer to home which we decided came from being so close to the water. Don't really know how else to explain it.

We walked for most of the day, soaking up the view and people, before heading back to the hostel and 'chillin' with the South African we'd met the night before. Early night (10:30 for Nafan, 11:30 for Timqth because Nafan snores.lawl.) and alarms went off again at 9:30am which we then obeyed and one 45min long royters shower later we were on our way to the bushwalk scene.

Another excellent decision later we were standing in front of the most beautiful scenery I've ever seen. People complain they can't tell if I'm being sarcastic, I promise I am not. It was rediculously aweomse. About an hour,a Nafan "bush it"and two make-shift detours later we walked down the massive, seaside mountains we were perched upon and found a little (as in one pub and about 10 houses) town settled right on the edge of the water. Dozens of boats and sparkling clear water made me want to go to Lake Conjola, which was a strange sensation, but hundreds of photos later we decided to head back and try and retreive Nafans lost credit card. Heading back was a joint decision between our brains and stomachs/mouths, we'd neglected to pack anything more than one apple seeing as we were told it was a "40min walk".

Home proved a lil more difficult than first anticipated as the road we follwed back took us in the wrong direction, but towards more awesome sights so it wasn't all bad. Using our supreme intellect we took a few short cuts and made it back to the uni campas which we'd started at. Public transport once again treated us well and we made it back to the hostel for a 4:30pm dinner.

Royters jumped straight on the guiatr and I went and found a cheap super market just up the road whiche we hadn't found on our previous outtings, probably because it was right near the crazy hobo with a massive ninja sticks hideout (that's also not a joke). I bought some nibblys and a few brewskys and here I am now. Heading to Nice tomorrow to stay at "Frances number one hostel" which should be wicked. Soon to meet up with the third Trois Bro and the yourope trip really gets cranking. Awwww yeeeea.

Love you all, Timqth.