- USA
- Ireland
- France
- Belgium
- Back in France
- May 30, 2005Mexican Princesses
- May 31, 2005Versaille
- June 1, 2005Last Day in Paris
- June 2, 2005Coast of Marseille
- May 3, 2005Callanques of Marseille
- June 4, 2005Leaving Marseille
- June 5, 2005Busted Ankle
- June 6, 2005Healing in St. Raphael
- June 7, 2005Bongos on the Beach
- June 8, 2005Goodbye, St. Raphael - Hello Cannes
- June 9, 2005Antibes Daytrip
- June 10, 2005Chilling in Cannes
- June 11, 2005To Nice with the Finns
- Monaco
- Switzerland
- Germany
- Austria
- Hungary
- Poland Fun
- June 29, 2005Zakopane
- June 30, 2005Hiking in the Tatry Mountains
- July 1, 2005Trail of Wooden Architecture
- July 2, 2005Krakow Jazz Festival
- July 3, 2005Kazimierz
- July 4, 2005Goral Burger
- July 5, 2005Ciupagi
- July 6, 2005Czestochowa
- July 7, 2005Trainhopping
- July 8, 2005Happy Birthday Mom!!!
- July 9, 2005Happy Birthday Jack
- July 10, 2005Banana Riding
- July 11, 2005First Russian Embassy Visit
- Poland Family
- July 12, 2005Family, at Last
- July 13, 2005Mom's Schoolfriends
- July 14, 2005Muddy Ponds
- July 15, 2005Partying in Poznan
- July 16, 2005A Relaxing Day
- July 17, 2005Sheeshah Bar
- July 18, 2005Five Souvereign Lands
- July 19, 2005The Good News
- July 20, 2005Another Family Function
- July 21, 2005Just Chilling
- July 22, 2005The Best Bike Ever
- July 23, 2005Looking for a Home by the Baltic Sea
- July 24, 2005Copernicus and the Boyscouts
- July 25, 2005Visas are Set to Go
- July 26, 2005Luxury
- July 27, 2005A Day at Work
- Russia
- July 28, 2005Back in St. P Looking for 1UP
- July 29, 2005Peter's Pimpin' Palace and the Neverending Nights
- July 30, 2005Big Bad Moscow
- July 31, 2005Beating Birches
- August 1, 2005Off to Siberia
- August 2, 2005Drinking with the Guards
- August 3, 2005Big, Rolling Trans-Siberian Party
- August 4, 2005Pack up, Only Six Hours Left
- August 5, 2005Irkutsk
- August 6, 2005Swimming in Lake Baikal
- August 7, 2005Drenched
- August 8, 2005Partying with Uzbeks
- August 9, 2005I Love You Omul, I Heart Baikal
- August 10, 2005Pushed out of Russia
- Mongolia
- China
- August 26, 2005Chasing Buses
- August 27, 2005Looking for the Opera
- August 28, 2005Sleeping on a Wall
- August 29, 2005Trying to Find the Opera Once Again
- August 30, 2005Forbidden City and Searching for the Opera
- August 31, 2005The Opera Sucks
- September 1, 2005Hutongs and Strange Food
- September 2, 2005The Peking Ducks Incident
- September 3, 2005Beijing Shopping
- September 4, 2005The Dirt Market and Tiger Penis Vodka
- September 5, 2005Temples, Temples, and More Temples
- September 6, 2005The Amazing Summer Palace
- September 7, 2005Goodbye Asia
- Back in the USA
World Trip
Chilling in Cannes
While eating breakfast at the hostel today, Frederic the Frenchman was showing off his finds from the previous day. He found a digital camera and a little rubber giraffe. He was much more excited about the giraffe than the camera.
Iffa, he and I sat around and decided that the giraffe is drunk, because its rubber legs would make its rubberneck wobble when the table was touched. Well it was then easy to conclude that it was Irish, and actually a she. Time came to decide on a name for this beastie. Iffa started naming off some Irish women's names, but Frederic, did not like any of them, and being the new owner of the giraffe had veto power. During their conversation in French I thought I heard something that sounds remotely like "suka" so I stopped them and asked what it meant. He could not remember saying it and truthfully it was probably not a word but the end and beginning of another word, but since I still can't tell word boundaries all the time, I did not know. So I told them that in Polish it means "bitch" as in female dog, and as a curse word as well. They liked the sound of it and the giraffe got named Suka, promptly getting its name tattooed on its belly.
What followed was another day bumming around on the beach. I headed off on my own because I figured I would come up with something to do later on in the day and did not want to drag anyone along. I came up with nothing and instead hung out with two girls from Toronto that I met on the beach and drank beer (it was their idea, but I gladly joined them).
In the evening I went to walk around through the narrow streets of the old part of Cannes. On the way back, I bought some food and two baguettes and stuck them in my backpack. As I walked with the sun setting behind me, the shadow made it look like I had two katana swords strapped to my back. Yes, me, the baguette ninja.
After dinner, we once again gathered up the people who were going out, which was pretty much everyone, and headed off to the beach. This time it was three girls from Texas, Aija-Riika and Heini, the two Quebec girls, Iffa, and Frederic. Once again, we sat on the beach and drank wine. However, this time there were tons of other people there doing the same thing, since it was Friday night. Eventually we headed off to Morrison's once again.
At the end of the night everyone went home and Aija-Riika and I went to hang out on the beach. We sat around and almost got swept up by what I can only describe as a beach-zamboni. It was a weird tractor-like contraption that was a cross between a zamboni and a snow-groomer, which cleaned and groomed the beach. When it started getting close to us we ran off to a dock and watched the yachts on the horizon. It was really cold but we were stubborn to see the sunrise. Eventually we got cold and went back as the sky started getting lighter.
