It’s past 9pm when I catch up with Lizbeth and some friends in a bar, in the district of Cours Julien. I rushed from rugby to be on time, so I didn’t take my shower, I’m muddy and stinky when I pass the pub’s door.
Read moreThe French Diaries: Part 25 “Edouard’s View on Papageno.”
I twist and turn in my seat, the stagnant plane air working its way in and out of my lungs as I try and find a vision of peace in my mind. It’s been 27 hours of flying and my eyes snap open as soon as the pilot tells us we’re about to start our descent into Marseille.
Read moreThe French Diaries: Part 24 “New Crew for SV Papageno!”
Time has come and gone pretty fast here in Australia. I can feel a bubbling of anxiety rising up in my chest knowing I’m going to say goodbye to my folks again.
Read moreThe French Diaries: Part 23 “Creating a new story.”
Another week is gone and I’m no longer in France. I’m in Australia, baby!
I’ve returned from London exhausted. After a 5am start, we got a train back from Nuneaton, to London Euston, to take a tube to Heathrow, to then get a plane back to Marseille, to get a bus to Marseille train station, to then get a metro, so I could walk the rest of the way home.
Read moreThe French Diaries: Part 21 “We love you Delos Tribe!”
Lizbef learns that stealing a man’s dog has its own pros and cons.
Ok, so I made a decision. We got accepted for a £7500 loan and I was over the moon. That meant getting a boat in February, storing it and working on it. We made the decision to move away from the Amel Kirk. Raising the €19000 seemed a world away and other options that were … Read moreThe French Diaries: Part 15. “Buying a Boat the Hard Way!”