A day off from travel, yeah.
Skyped mum and dad, Chantal and Lila.
Went for a run at 7.30, my right calf knotted up (actually at my age it is more cow than calf), I limped the 30 minutes - can't quit now.
After the run looked up some bike hire places, couldn't find the first place so went to the second, they wanted a 230 euro deposit and ID. I didn't have any ID so back to the hotel for internet and ID. Went to the first place again and found it. Once we were on the bikes it was 12.30 and my cow was bellowing.
On the bike it was fine.
Kym had suggested we go to Antibes which was 20kms away. It was a beautiful ride along the Cote d'Azure, the clouds were sparse and the sea was a beautiful deep blue. The beach itself was pebbles, pretty hard to bury somebody. To make a castle you'd have to bring a bag of mortar.
At the 15km mark the bike path was on a very busy road so we turned back. We stopped for a coffee. Later we stopped for a Cola, sat and watched the world go by. It was pretty funny to watch people getting in and out of the water, gingerly navigating the stones.
We rode out the other side of Nice, then through the old city where we found ourselves lost. We asked directions, returned the bicycles and had an early dinner.
Nice lives up to it's name, it is.
Skyped mum and dad, Chantal and Lila.
Went for a run at 7.30, my right calf knotted up (actually at my age it is more cow than calf), I limped the 30 minutes - can't quit now.
After the run looked up some bike hire places, couldn't find the first place so went to the second, they wanted a 230 euro deposit and ID. I didn't have any ID so back to the hotel for internet and ID. Went to the first place again and found it. Once we were on the bikes it was 12.30 and my cow was bellowing.
On the bike it was fine.
Kym had suggested we go to Antibes which was 20kms away. It was a beautiful ride along the Cote d'Azure, the clouds were sparse and the sea was a beautiful deep blue. The beach itself was pebbles, pretty hard to bury somebody. To make a castle you'd have to bring a bag of mortar.
At the 15km mark the bike path was on a very busy road so we turned back. We stopped for a coffee. Later we stopped for a Cola, sat and watched the world go by. It was pretty funny to watch people getting in and out of the water, gingerly navigating the stones.
We rode out the other side of Nice, then through the old city where we found ourselves lost. We asked directions, returned the bicycles and had an early dinner.
Nice lives up to it's name, it is.
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| The Whale Building |
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| A medieval city behind Nice |
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| If your happy and you know it, then you really aught to show it |
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| A selfy with a view - having trouble standing as the calf is still knotted up |
Bocce courts along the beach
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