This is one of those random posts where I attempt to explain how I ended up in St. Tropez by accident. Well… not exactly, more like by choice really…
It all started at a lovely dinner involving a few cocktails that were supposed to cheer me up, they did indeed cheer me up, but in the mist of my happiness and possibly haziness… when one of my favourite people suggested that I should join them on their trip to St. Tropez, my decision.. Wait what decision? There was nothing to decide there! Now who wouldn’t jump at that chance?! Suddenly I had bought a ticket to Nice, then the next second we were jumping of excitement and then it was the next day, boohoo! I woke up and it all felt like a dream, eventually I did realise that it was just my subtle hangover kicking in; there was a certain feeling of guilt over my head, but hey I was going to St. Tropez so the best thing to do was to go and enjoy myself!
The trip was a nightmare; it was like every turn was telling me to go back to London. The flight was at 6am (so I didn’t sleep), then EasyJet and all the luggage restrictions -_-, the bus ride from the airport to Nice station was smooth, but then after buying the wrong train ticket I met this hellish woman at the ticket office which wanted to do everything except helping me.. Adding to that my rusty French “cough, cough” didn’t exactly make things better.
Anyway, I finally get the right train to St. Raphael only to get there and discover that the ferry to St. Tropez wouldn’t go out for another 3 hours -_-… So I decide to go for the coach which would leave in an hour and a half, imagine the boredom…! A loonng coach ride later I get to St. Tropez and everyone would think, “Heyy happy times!!!”… No (and I mean this with a grumpy cat kind of face).
I was looking for a cab, plain and simple. I asked 3 people, had directions from my friend and even then I managed to miss the Taxi stop after passing it 4 times (that’s how well signalled it was haha or maybe I’m just terrible with directions..). To make matters worse it had started raining as soon as I had set foot in St. Tropez, now come on it wouldn’t be complete without the rain.
When I finally found a cab, or maybe it found me who knows? I was ready to go home, but after all the struggle… so I finally met my friends at the Hotel.
After that long (let’s emphasize the meaning of long in our heads) day, it was all a very fast and happy blur. The next 3 days involved everything from pools, day and night clubs, afternoon-long lunches, sparkling rose wine (that is a very vivid memory), naked people, crazy dances and most of all eccentricity literally everywhere (and I mean literally in the true meaning of the word) which was quite amusing really, I was often entertained.
We enjoyed ourselves, even too much. So much that I failed to take the many pictures I was planning to -_-. Anyway, have a look at the meagre pictures…
It all starts with one cocktail…
Then I met a LED shark,
so I became too attached to the LED wall :p
the long lunches with my besties 😀
at le beach.
Turning it up!
All the farewells
Ah I did get to go on my Ferry ride!!! Excitement level… a 1000.
x
Les Adventures of Ci 