the greatest story ever told
well we reach the end, i spent the night with Jordan last night in Lyon, and ill start the end of my tale there. i arrived at the train station and met Jordan and his brother Jeremy. Jordan has a broken arm from some drunken encounter with a fence and concrete, so Jeremy was driving him around to pick me up. We head back to their house and then Jeremy goes to the skatepark while i shower and get ready for dinner. We had an awesome meal of ratatouille and kebabs that his mother made for all of us... but Jeremy wasnt there...about an hour later there is a phone call to the house that Jeremy has to go to the hospital because he broke his foot. So this sounds like a funny story huh? It was really funny to see them both in matching casts. Whats the significance you may ask? Oh, thats because I am now the only one physically able to drive us around last night. I do not have an international driving permit, nor do I like driving around in traffic identical to the french connection. On top of that Jordan didnt even really know where the party we went to last night was. So it was quite an adventure, but I met all Jordans friends last night and had a good time, and i didnt kill us, which was my main goal. i got up today and we went over to one of his buddies places to eat lunch and then I hopped on the train to Nice. of course this train was full, so i had to pay the fine when i got on, but i did luck into a first class seat.
so here is the story, I met my friend from Mexico in London, went to a stag party in Tallinn, rode a boat to Finland, got lost in Helsinki, went to a dolphinarium in Klaipeda, rode a van from Vilnius into Latvia, had a good train ride in Riga, spent 12$ on a beer in Copenhagan, followed some Swedish to Christiania, rode a train onto a boat to get to Germany, blacked out like an idiot in Berlin, lost a flip flop in the great Czech flip-flop disaster, saw the biggest castle in Europe in Prague, ate a sausage in Vienna, took a 19 hour sauna ride to get to Croatia, cursed the weather in Split, rode a catamaran to Hvar, rented a boat with some ridiculous Canadians, should have stayed longer in Zagreb, fell in love with Buda (even though i may have seen someone die) and went to bathes in Pest, had another good trip to the englishgarten in Munich, jumped out of a helicopter in Switzerland, went to a high school party in Lyon, and now im living up my last night in Nice.
i hope everyone enjoyed a small taste of my travels, this was absolutely the best trip i have taken yet, and it couldnt have been any better or any more ridiculous. traveling alone makes every day a little more interesting, and every night an adventure. there is no better way.
so now i am about to head down to the riviera to try and find Paul Lehman, the piano player at the Hotel Negresco, and maybe play the slots again here and see if i cant luck into a few hundred euros again.
thats all ive got, adios everyone
posted by Graham Potter @ 2:47:00 PM
