'Goodbye old man' I say; 'have fun little prick' he replies.
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Arriving in Marseille its late, and darkness has already set in. Stepping out from the underground I have a moment of fear. Mellowed by the small town comfort of 'Die' I'm now scared by the shear size of Marseille. Walking circles of unease I wait for my host to arrive. Relieved, Diane arrives and away we go.
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Sitting comfy I listen as Diane tells me of her travels. She talks of America and adventures in Alaska.
I sit and listen while she tells of alligators, bears, flying fish, whales, and star filled skies.
I know so little of Alaska but one day soon I wish to visit this wild land.
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Our seaside picnic
In the late afternoon we leave for etang de beauduc. This coastal beach lies on a long thin peninsula. To one side is a lake and the other, the ocean. Known for its free camping we arrive to find tents dotted from one end of the peninsula to the other. Options are limited, so we choose the alternative - sleeping on the beach. Finding our spot near the shoreline we spread the blanket and feast. Salami, cheese, pasta with pesto, white wine, red wine, sausages and potatoes. All the riches of the world; finger licking good... Yum.
Settling down for the evening we talk on into the night and later sleep with the sound of waves crashing.
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Needing a day off from this travelling malarkey I decide to help Diane redecorate her room. Surprised by my enthusiasm she reasons that it must be because I'm on holiday as no sane person would offer their services after a day at work.
Now maybe its just a boy thing - but I love destroying old things... So when the time came to pull down the 80's wallpaper - well lets just say I shouted: Let it rip!Sheet by sheet down it came until a couple of hours later - surrounded by piles of shredded wallpaper - we sit admiring the bare walls with their now almost arty 'glue residue' texture and mysterious water stained base.
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