after we bade goodbye to barcelona, we made our way back to france!
this was the time when people started saying hola & gracias to the french, and even reaching barcelona, we went all bonjour and merci to the spaniards.adjustment issues yew. it was hilarious to watch.
anyway, juliana, bec F, jac, lisa, diluz, vaughan, myself and someone else signed up for cookies and dishies.
in hostels that are manned by contiki, a few volunteers are needed to prep for whatever meals scheduled and dishies would then clear the plates and sometimes help out with wiping the dishes.
cookies definitely have the better end of the deal, i think.
from our stint as cookies, all we had to do was rock up 20 minutes earlier prior to meal times and help chop vegetables (i had cucumber), stuff ham&cheese into croissants for breakfast the next morning and spoon food into people's plate.
easy peasy lemon squeezy.
moving on...
winding roads lined by lush greenery, it was pretty damn nice i tell ya.
first day, as usual, check in and dinner, free and easy.
hannah told us there was an amusement park nearby so we went to check it out and drinks at the bar after, of course.
steph k | B.
nightfall was tipsy time with diluz, lester, will, joel and i can't remember la.
day 2 in the gorgeous french riviera started out with a tour at the fragonard perfumery.
standard touristy crap.
i got bored and my nose was irritated after smelling like 10 different types of perfume so we chilled outside while waiting for the rest.
...and this was what greeted us.
look at those babies *wipes drool*
holy macaroni, people in nice are loaded.
it was like a ferrari club or something, the owners were all sipping coffee and sashaying around, examining the other ferraris.
the boys from our tour were literally frothing with envy.
angy | B.
back on the bus to head to town!
juliana | cam | B | bec. f.
at that point, the aircond was still fucked so the emergency exits (which is really, a hole on the ceiling) had to be opened for the sake of fresh air.
should have heard our collective sighs of relief. i am never taking fresh air for granted again wtf.
after the perfumery, we made our way to town where everyone was on a mission to get new clothes for later tonight.
boys went to buy suits, girls did what they did best...
nice is really...nice wtf.
traffic is not as bad as paris, people were friendlier, more greenery, less crowded.
definitely a place worth coming back to :)
i hung out with ju and bec. F.
we just spent a couple of hours shopping and i of course, abused my credit card at zara and bershka.
when we all gathered to go back to the hostel, nuno told us he had already fixed the aircond thank god.
apparently the mechanic he sent it to wouldn't even take a second glance at it because it needed about 2 days to be repaired and obviously we can't stay longer than arranged.
so nuno took matters into his own hands (literally) and succeeded whoopwhoop!
as soon as we got back to the hostel, IT WAS A MAD RUSH to get ready for monaco later that evening.
since i don't take ages to get ready, i let the other girls (tyne, bec C. and ju) shower first and i'd go after dinner.
we were checking out the casinos that night and everyone was told to dress to impress.
guys were looking dapper in their newly purchased suits (seriously) and girls be looking fiiiiine as always ;)
i had a minor drama with my dress though :X
i was all ready to go and as soon as i stepped out of the cabin all ready to lock the doors, claire told me: "brenda, there's a rip on your dress. do you have a sewing kit?"
....-___-"
sien.
man even if i did have a sewing kit, i couldn't be fucked!
i was gonna change into a back up dress (see, all that zara/bershka shopping came in handy!) then vaughan came up to me: "take off your dress, i'll sew it for you."
i must have stared at him for a good minute because he said: "hurry up! do you want me to do it or not?!"
now, vaughan is a pretty buff guy, all muscles, tall and macho la.
i changed, tossed him the dress and let him work his magic while i panic over which back up dress to wear.
decided that i really wanted to wear my initial choice plus vaughan was already fixing it for me, so i hopped over to his cabin to check on his progress/provide unnecessary stress.
i flung the door open and as soon as i saw him, i burst out laughing til i had tears in my eyes. hahaha.
imagine mr big macho man in his suit, shoes, tie, blazer the whole shebang, crouched under the lower bunk bed looking HELL intense with a needle and he was biting the thread as well, looking doubly intense.
hahahahahaha.
vaughan started losing it when he saw me laughing so he looked extra funny trying to stifle his laughs so that the thread in his mouth doesn't drop.
*wipes tear* :*)
after all the drama, we piled on to the bus and headed to monaco, an hour drive away from the french riviera.
tom | gibbo | juliana | B.
y'know how they stereotype people who sit at the back to be the cheeky, trouble causers?
IT'S TRUE I TELL YA.
slowly over the duration of the trip, ju, bec F, mez and steph moved up front and people like ariana, yvette, katie, hollie, monique, diluz and lisa started moving back.
a couple of us (me included) stayed back from start til end of the trip lololol.
i lost the keys to my room, turned up late and had to sing in front of the coach, groggily fist bumped the turks that i always party with and winked at those who knew what mischief i got up to. ahem.
but yes, the backseaters are those who rock up with hangovers, sleep for a good duration during a driving day and come up with all the mischief.
my patrick was so popular that the turkish boys actually took turns cuddling with it awww :)
shan actually fell asleep holding onto it and res, being res was humping poor mr starr against the window -___-"
i digressed. again wtf.
so monaco!
monaco is POSH.
by night time, all the casinos were beautifully lit up and all the luxury cars were lined in front and people there dress and look really nice.
monaco in the early evening - mah favourite contiki girls - diluz | lisa.
monaco by night.
B | juliana | lisa.
cameras weren't allowed in of course.
lisa and i got a mojito (16 EUROS BLASPHEMY! it's usually like 8 euros or something -__-") and just walked around watching other people play.
partay on the coach! other drivers must be wondering what the hell is going on.
back at the hostel bar!
slowly, people started going to bed/do laundry and dilz, lester, angy, ben and i were the last few standing.
juls was still awake when i went back to our cabin and i left the front door open when i went to brush my teeth, cam was sitting outside with a beer -__-"
tipsy talked for awhile before he made me go with him to the laundry area for company while waiting for his clothes.
after awhile, ben, angy and lester came over to join us wtf.
ALL THESE PEOPLE SAY SLEEP NEVER SLEEP WAN.
i was in my glasses, jammies and NO BRA talking to 3 boys wtf.
ben: nice PJs brenda. they look really sexy.
B: aww thanks benny.
cam: yeah they're pretty sexy hey....
those two were all winking and shit to each other so i just waited for the punchline -___-"
cam: .........but they'd look sexier on the floor next to my bed....
-___-"
boys i tell ya.
then angy came up to us and said: "so are you guys like...cuddle buddies now?"
cam and i looked at each other and smiled: "i dunno...are we?"
aww :)
after cam made me fold his clothes for him (that boy, seriously), we went back to our own cabins to crash.
only, the roomates were shuffled around that night at that hour because of umm, night time activities between other roomates wtf.
cam ended up in tyne's room and since we shared a bathroom together, both our rooms became one long open area when the bathroom door is unlocked.
cam was watching me from tyne's room while i pack last minute, shuffling in and out of his sight and him, lying down with arms behind his head, piped up: "brenda, you've got a nice bottom."
-__-" he's an ass man, that one.
went over to cuddle with him for like a minute before juliana and tyne gave us shit. teehee.
over time, he decided that "a nice bottom" is probably too posh wtf and chose "brenda, your arse. when are you gonna let me smack that?"
-_______________-"
fucker.
when i'm not facing him, he'd pretend to smack my ass and mez and steph saw him doing that and urged him "DO IT!" i whipped around, seeing him all disappointed while the two are howling with laughter. haha.
sometimes, he'd just go for it -___-"
i miss all the not so innocent flirting. haha.
contiki memories i tell ya.
SO. bedtime, then breakfast, then bags to coach for another driving day.
next up: ITALIA!
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