Wednesday, 2 October 2013

A European Adventure| Part 2 - Nice & Monaco

After a few hours sleep in the world's comfiest bed, 5am rolled around far too quickly and once again we were on the road.  Baguettes and the most delicous pain au chocolat in hand, we boarded the 7am TGV bound for Nice.  The 6 hours passed quickly - with the help of a mountain of sweets and our iPads filled with rom-coms - and before we knew it, we arrived in Nice as the midday sun was beating down.  A quick change, a swift application of the all-important SPF and we were on the beach.

Mitch, the classic Aussie beach bum, was in heaven.

I have to admit, we were slightly disappointed with the beach.  It was nowhere near as pretty as we had hoped and walking along the promenade it felt like we could have been in Blackpool on a good day.  But the weather was incredible and after a nap in the afternoon sun, we freshened up and set out on a mission to find the best night life in town.  What we ended up finding was Wayne's and, if you're a backpacker in Nice, that's exactly what it is.  Hot, sweaty, and so much fun.  This place was packed to the rafters with people of all ages, from all walks on life, who just wanted a good time.  And as we stumbled out in the early hours, the walk home through the beautiful old town was a welcome change from the usual London sights...

The following morning we dragged our ourselves out of bed and onto the next train set for Monaco. 40 minutes later, we stepped out of the station and were immediately immersed in the billionaires' playground. With rows of yachts, each one larger than the other, it's incomprehensible how there can be so much money in such a small area.  Hands up who wants to chip in for one of these bad boys?!

We didn't hang around the port for too long and hot-footed it to where the real action is - Monte Carlo.

To reach the town, you have to walk along the edge of a main road before entering into a tunnel which runs underneath the Maritime Alps. You then enter a strange, eerie corridor before being met with a lift. We were sure we had taken a wrong turn somewhere until the lift opened and we were thrust into this:

It was a blur of fast cars, beautiful people and the most incredible views. It almost felt like we were walking around a movie set - like everything was real but completely ridiculous at the same time.  We had a little flutter in the casino, sat & watched how the other half live and then did the only logical thing - sought out the largest ice creams we could find from Café de Paris and set off back for Nice. Italy was waiting for us...

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