It's strange, because now that we wake up to alarm clocks, in rooms full of snoring smelly boys, we kind of miss the roosters in Samara. Our bodies were on natural clocks with the earth there and we took it for granted, so note to selves: we loved that. Anyway...
Erin woke Kelly up this morning requesting her clutch back- again, what a sweetheart. To which Kelly woke up Jenny. Once again we were a bit foggy as the 4 young Asian guys in our bunks and all around us, along with the still creepy Lithuanian, had been some of the loudest move-arounders possible all morning! Strange lives we lead, waking up with strange men speaking chinese sleeping above us. Nonetheless, we set off on a train to Cannes. This is the place where Cannes film festival takes place in one month and we wanted to see celebrity signatures that line the staircase to the famous spot.
Cannes is really lovely. Immediately the vibe was different from nice; much more posh and Beverly hills. There was a huge conference happening by the festival sights for MipTV...? We don't know either, but it turned out to be blocking our access to the signatures... Booooo MipTV!
We took a turn down the port hoping to find a way to our destination and ended up on jealousy-island. Parked in this harbor was yacht after yacht, where people sat on deck lunching and drinking wine. It looked like a great day, but then we remembered we were having a great day! So we admired a few more sailboats and lavish decks, all the while picturing the film festival celebs sitting along here soon, and walked over to the public beach. This crowd was much more seedy and watch-worthy...much more our style. We took off our kicks and ate our packed lunch of... You guessed it- pb sandwhiches! It was awesome. Then two men, one middle aged and the other older, stumbled drunkenly passed us, Weaving around and plopping down right by us. Homeless? No. Pirates? For sure. The older one watched his friend head in for a swim so he then decided to walk down the long Pier for what geared up as a great jump. In actuality it was a painful bellyflop, so of course we were engaged. As his friend came back up, he must've decided to swim off his embarrassment. At one point we thought maybe he was taking himself out (literally) or thinkig he could "jack sparrow" a ship that wasn't too far out. He must have swam 200 yards out to sea! All the while his friend (camo pants and lots of tattoos) piled on all his extra bling and multiple watches. Very piratey. He then ate some weird and sandy snacks as we all watched his older friend (captain? Boss? Dad?) swim back in, lost and stumbling to gain land legs. He found his way back over near us where his wet boxer briefs gave us much more of an old man show than we ever want to see... Then it happened. Standing, feet away from our heads, papa pirate let out the sickest shart we've ever heard. Stunned, Kelly looked away awkwardly and trying not to laugh while jenny quickly gathered all our things and moved us down the beach. We sat back down a little ways away, crying and shaking with laughter and disgust. We gave him a quick look and he gave us a thumbs up! WHAT! Down the road people were lunching on yachts... We were getting sharted on by pirates. Just another day in the life of a homeless nomad I suppose...?
We decided we should head back for our backpacks since the last train to Italy was at 5. Once we got to our hostel in Nice we would make a snap decision about where we would stay and some other details. Well this was becoming extremely stressful... Costs, timing, homelessness. We suddenly felt overwhelmed by our lack of planning. We either had to wing it like normal, getting somewhere late and in the dark, paying a ton to sleep somewhere random, or....not. We were over France, but Jenny suggested we eat some dinner and plan our Italian adventures like smart travelers, staying an extra night in the cheap nice hostel here. So we did. We ate some big pizzas, people watched as everyone else enjoyed happy hour and chain smoking (all the while judging our giant & early dinner), and planned as best we could. We made lists of places to stay, places we want to go, routes to Greece and then got to bed early and quietly (in a girl dorm:). It was a great decision and smart idea on Jennys part. Plus we needed a hot shower, dont forget about the all to recent pirate pooper pants incident. The two of us have wanted to visit italy since we met, it can wait one more night...
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