Nice is Nice

Nice is where I was became more sick. Super sick. And I hate being sick. Runny nose, intense headache. I brought along a travel bottle of Tylenol and I’ve mowed it all down. Stupid pills, I hate you.

I also kept my drinking to a minimum. And felt like a big L 24×7.

On my first day in Nice I really wanted to see Cannes, but on the train my headache got so bad that I swore I had some sort of sinus infection. So I went to the doctor, and it was closed, and I kicked the wall. Softly, but toe did touch stucco, or whatever cheap interior paneling they installed. What kind of doctors office is closed during the day? Taking a little siesta? !@#$ you. I’m sick. I want to see a doctor. If I had a Euro for everytime I’ve been to a closed Doctor’s office I’d be able to buy at least one Fanta. Seriously, I want one now. I whiped out my travel insurance book and gave the agency a little dingle, and the phone didn’t work. I called their 800 number and their collect number, and neither of them went through. French phone service, I hate you.

I walked into this little restaurant place and had somewhat of an adventure. This video explains it better than I could. At the time it was much more scary that in looked on film.

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I was staying at one of those “Europe’s Best Hostels” and it was pretty cool. Big breakfast (they let me eat for free on my first day ‘cus I checked in early). Take that street vendors! They also serve 1 Euro beers, and make cheap but satisfactory pizza. I wish I could have enjoyed a few more of those beers… but I wanted to get better.

The next day I met up with someone who knew me when I was a baby and we had an amazing lunch. Real food! Vegetables! No bread. I’m so sick of bread. Everything was amazing except the milkshake I ordered. Clumpy cold nesquick or whatever that powdered hot chocolate is called. 6 Eruos for that? Next time, just let me sit on your fist. Vulgar.

I went to Monnaco to see Monte Carlo (the casino) and got to experience the wonders of a self-cleaning toilet. Have you seen Jack Ass? I was tempted to poo on the seat, ha ha. But I didn’t.

See, at times like this I wish I had a cell phone, because I would have loved to let you guys vote on that :P. Ew. I am disgusting. I hope I can get something like that working for Australia though. No, the cellphone. I wouldn’t actually poo on a toilet seat. Well, maybe if you made me.

Anyway. I realized I didn’t take any pictures while I was there! Seriously. What the hell is wrong with me. I guess it was the sick. I was still sick when I left. So I sort of regret not getting sloshed. But whatevs. I’m felling way better now.

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