So, the travel as such has kind of come to an end you could say. I’ve been all over the show having a wonderful time catching up with old friends and meeting new ones. I’m now in Antibes, down in the south of France, trying to get some form of income. At the moment I almost want to join the lady begging down the road just to pay for lunch. But, I’ve been sat at a computer solidly for the past two days (I always wanted an office job….now I don’t) applying for recruitment agencies and filling out a thousand different documents and swearing intermittently (let’s be honest it was for a majority of the day) at the computer. There were fists thrown and tantrums had but we’ve made head way so hopefully it won’t be too long before I’m complaining about working.
Anyway, more about the fun things I’ve been doing. I’ve gotten ridiculously fat in the process but I think that’s all part of it ay?!
First off, I was in Paris for a bit exploring on my own and then meeting a group of really nice girls to explore the all the places you’re supposed to. On my first day I hired a bike and got completely lost trying to find the Effile tower and found most of the land marks in the process. I had a wonderful day but didn’t enjoy Paris as much as I had other places. I found it a bit gross and smelly and as warned, the people were a tad titchy. I’d try out the French I knew and they’d roll their eyes and speak to me in English. I’d speak in English and they’d roll there eyes and speak in French, I couldn’t win. I got sick of waiting around and decided to call up friends in the UK and head over that way.
I flew over to Manchester (odd place to pick I know) to see a long lost 7 Queen buddy. Another 7 Queen buddy come over from London and we hiked up Mt Snowdonia in Wales (I spelt it right this time) and had a wonderful weekend exploring. It was such a nice change to be in an English speaking country and the food at the supermarket, OH, MY, GOD!! Is so cheap. I now understand why all my UK friends winge about the price of food in NZ.
While I was in Paris a bit over being alone, I made a rash decision to go to a festival with a friend from home. It was in Budapest and until I had booked my flights, I had had no idea where Budapest was #starstudentingeography 🌍👍. It’s in Hungry by the way, a country I really wanted to visit…..
Anyway, Sziget is a 7 day festival on an island known as the island of freedom. It was out of control! I wasn’t sure I’d last the full 7 days, I lasted 6, but had the time of my life! I hadn’t really drunk since ironman and I don’t really drink at all anymore so day one was a bit like being back in Dunedin. Bridget got overly excited about the national spirit of Hungry, Palinka, and had to have a tackty and use a newly aquired friend as a leaning pole before regaining some sobriety. The rest of week improved, I regained my drinking abilities and pashed a baben Dutch guy who said I had a nice ass #winning #greatestASSist. Most of the bands that played I had no idea exsited but it’s all the same to me anyway. The best night was the night of Tinnie Temper! The line up started like this; Sum41, we all felt like angry 17year olds again, Tinnie Temper who made the entire crowd, some 10s of the thousands, all run the left and right and back again, the highlight of Sziget. Next was David Guetta who had the best light show and was a class act as always. I went off on my own as suggested by a friend and had the most wonderful time meeting new people and drinking mojitos from buckets. I was in paradise! 🏝🍹
Before I got to Budapest, I had been panicking about going to the festival, what clothes I needed to buy and how I needed to look. From what is seen on Facebook and peoples snap chats you need really short shorts and crocheted tops that just cover your nipples. You also needed a wash board stomach and some ridulous flower head band thing. When in fact, my rainbow stripped swimming togs were perfect for the occasion and you can actually where stubbies and a swan dry, nobody fucking cares!!
Sziget was fucking fun and thankfully we had an Airbnb and while there a number of things wrong with the apartment, it was so much nicer then camping #imtoooldforthatshit.
Fuck me 6 days of partying is hard work!! I thought a solid 6days of intense training was hard, this was another level. I made the coolest friends and got my first international pash (this better be the start of a good streak)!! The guy (John, I’m pretty sure his name was John) also asked if he was going to be in my dairy, there ya go John 😘
Prague is the coolest city!! It’s so pretty and just fucking cool. I got lost, again, and saw most of what you’re “supposed” to see. I managed to find a delicious restaurant on my first night which had traditional Czech food but for the most part the food seemed to be of German, Italian or Hungarian decent. Interestingly I think, from what I read, this is mostly because of communism only ending in 1989 and the traditional food being only in homes not out in restaurants and markets. Aparently it’s slowly making its way back. It’s bloody good too! Real life:
I caught a 20 hour bus from Prague to Nice which went back through Switzerland and the Alps. I LOVE SWITZERLAND!! And then through Italy and down along the south coast of France. While it took an entire day, it was cool to see a glimpse of Italy and enjoy the beauty of Switzerland again. Did I mention I love Switzerland?
My cousin found us a sweet flat in Antibes and it is so European it’s not funny. It’s so nice to have a base and not be in a dorm bunk with 12 other people and also be able to unpack your shit!! I’ll be here for a bit, going to agencies and organising a job but I’m hoping it’s not too long before something pops up. In the mean time I’m living like a have a job and earning money like a top yachty. While this is wonderful, my bank account is rapidly ceasing to exsit!
Traveling is hard. Traveling alone I think is harder. I’ve had days where I’ve meet cool people and have the time of my life but mostly I’m finding it quite lonely. I seem to be just missing the couple of guys that seem cool to chat too and most of the time I feel like the sifter trying to awkwardly start convos #classic. Some other days, I just want to cry and am desperate for my normal friends. I keep trying to remind myself to appreciate the little things in life, like seeing a SQUIREL!!!! (man they are frickin cool) and that traveling alone is supposed to be soul searching and you really find out who you are. I’d say that’s half bullshit. It mostly makes you poor, while being surrounded by couples asking you to take a nice photo of them who then politely return the favour as you stand awkwardly, alone, next to some land mark. Also, you and you alone have to make all the mistakes, now that’s a fun game 😩. I’m sure I’ll look back and be greatfull but for nowI’ll keep picking up penny’s in hope that my luck will come in the form of a nice looking male (I’ve collected quite a few penny’s so far, it’s not looking promising).
Not moving on, I had one of these FML, why do I have to do this alone, I’m going to sulk and cry moments today while being quickly reminded of the beauty around me (I haven’t gone all hipsy gypsy so just keep reading). It wasn’t anything big but you get over shity things happening after a while.
The story goes, I was down to my last pair of nickers and the stench for my washing bag was beginning to woft. I found a local laundry mat and was astounded to see it cost €5.50!! About $10 equivalent at home (fucking outrageous if you ask me). It had to be done so in went my money and nothing happened. I pushed buttons, open and closed doors, actually read the instructions but the stupid thing held onto my money and wouldn’t wash my clothes!! I was pissed that it was going to cost me €5.50 to wash my stuff in the first place, now I was fuming. I reluctantly put my washing in another machine and gave the stupid machine more money. One load of washing costing about $20 NZD 😡. I continued to push buttons and sulk about the machine eating my money when I came across one of those little things in life that make everything better. And, while this thing in particular wasn’t little, this guys ass was the nicest ass I’ve seen in a while 😍 (I’m going to give detail whether you like it or not). It was full on Jlo, Kim K, Beyoncé bootylicious right there in all of man kinds glory. Thankfully European guys wear tight assed pants (come on NZ, not the skinny jeans though) which made all that much sweeter. Also thankfully, I was wearing sunglasses so could stare a bit longer, it really made my day 😉 #iamsuchacreep.
So there’s your go home speech for today, while shits hitting the fan look around for a nice set of butt cheeks, there is always something to be appreciated!
Enough from me, I’m not even sure how many of you read this, especially now I’m not racing or even training 😱😬 🏊🏻🚴🏃🏼 (that’s how it goes ay?!). I haven’t been on a proper bike in over 5 weeks and am seriously jealous of everyone at home training for worlds champs. Good luck to you all! I mean that from the bottom of my heart….I really do….However, to dull the guilt and lessen squishy layer I’ve obtained, I’ve stared using a wee training app that makes me jump around my tinny apartment and man do I suck. I’ve never been much of a bouncer and it appears nothing has changed 🐘. Anyway I’m going on, I hear Spring is on its way to NZ so can all start thawing out and complaining about the cold. While having been in 20+ heat and sunshine for 2 months now, my complexion is still see through so there is no need to be jealous 👻.
Hope you’re all doing well. Stay excellent 😘 xx