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At last, an English keyboard!
May. 26th, 2002 06:12 pmSo at the moment, I'm in Nice, waiting for a train that may or may not take me to Venice by tomorrow morning, depending on whether or not there's room for me. Bloh. But that's okay; I have food and I'm rested, so everything's going to be fine. If worse comes to worst, I'll spend the night here and get to Venice tomorrow, which will actually set me back to my original plan of three nights ago. If I manage to catch tonight's train, I'll be ahead.
I hated not being able to write yesterday, but the internet at the Carcassonne youth hostel was out of order and I couldn't find the internet cafe that was supposedly in the town.
Enough about that, time for an update!
I left Biarritz at 9 in the morning yesterday and after a train change in Toulouse, arrived at Carcassonne at around 4. Carcassonne proper is an ordinary little city, but the main attraction, and where I got to spend the night, is the Cité, a walled medieval fortress built on top of a hill. Mighty impressive stuff! I felt as though I had been transported back to the 14th century, and I had lots of fun patrolling the battlements later on in the evening, when the flock of day-tourists had left. Unlike most other historical places I've been to so far, the walls are mostly completely accessible, so if you can scramble up, nobody will tell you to get down, and there are no signs telling you not to go there, only barred gates at some places.
I finished reading the novel I had brought with me and gave it to one of the American girls I roomed with last night. To replace it, I bought a book by Gabriel Garcia Marquez... in Spanish. And all I have with me to translate is a phrasebook! At least it will last me a while. ^_^
Aside from that... I spent most of today in the train, watching the French countryside roll by. It's quite different from the North, here; vineyards have replaced grazing cattle and sheep, and the earth is dusty and faintly reddish. Not quite deserted enough for a certain brother of mine, but I'm sure he'd approve of the cacti I saw.
I changed trains in Marseille, and ever since the train has been mostly hugging the shores of the Mediteranean, which is a beautiful colour. I want to go swimming in it! Unfortunately, not this trip. Unless I have to spend the night...
I think I'm hogging the only English keyboard in this cafe, but it's a welcome relief from the weird French ones I've been forced to use for the past few days. They make no sense! Why do you have to do SHIFT-something for a period???
Seems my father has taken of my absence to buy a canoe. I hope you'll give her a decent name, not The Red Bullet! ^_^
I hated not being able to write yesterday, but the internet at the Carcassonne youth hostel was out of order and I couldn't find the internet cafe that was supposedly in the town.
Enough about that, time for an update!
I left Biarritz at 9 in the morning yesterday and after a train change in Toulouse, arrived at Carcassonne at around 4. Carcassonne proper is an ordinary little city, but the main attraction, and where I got to spend the night, is the Cité, a walled medieval fortress built on top of a hill. Mighty impressive stuff! I felt as though I had been transported back to the 14th century, and I had lots of fun patrolling the battlements later on in the evening, when the flock of day-tourists had left. Unlike most other historical places I've been to so far, the walls are mostly completely accessible, so if you can scramble up, nobody will tell you to get down, and there are no signs telling you not to go there, only barred gates at some places.
I finished reading the novel I had brought with me and gave it to one of the American girls I roomed with last night. To replace it, I bought a book by Gabriel Garcia Marquez... in Spanish. And all I have with me to translate is a phrasebook! At least it will last me a while. ^_^
Aside from that... I spent most of today in the train, watching the French countryside roll by. It's quite different from the North, here; vineyards have replaced grazing cattle and sheep, and the earth is dusty and faintly reddish. Not quite deserted enough for a certain brother of mine, but I'm sure he'd approve of the cacti I saw.
I changed trains in Marseille, and ever since the train has been mostly hugging the shores of the Mediteranean, which is a beautiful colour. I want to go swimming in it! Unfortunately, not this trip. Unless I have to spend the night...
I think I'm hogging the only English keyboard in this cafe, but it's a welcome relief from the weird French ones I've been forced to use for the past few days. They make no sense! Why do you have to do SHIFT-something for a period???
Seems my father has taken of my absence to buy a canoe. I hope you'll give her a decent name, not The Red Bullet! ^_^
