Nice………..is it?
After settling back in with the host family, it was time to re-acquaint myself with Nice. The main road, Rue Jean Médecin still resembled a war zone, cunningly disguised as tram works. The only reason I was glad to leave last time was to get away from the tram works yet now, not only had they seemingly made no real progress on the parts they were working on last year, they’d even managed to dig up more of the surrounding streets to NOT work on this year!!
After eventually managing to cross the street, itself an exercise in 360° head-turning to avoid normal and construction traffic, it was off to the old school to see some of my previous teachers. This was another exercise in futility as I’d managed to lose the ability to read a watch properly and turned up during class!
Feeling somewhat discouraged, and wondering why I’d come back, it wasn’t long until the magnetic attraction of the seawater enticed me back to the wonderful, jellyfish infested Mediterranean and the pitiful effort Niçoise people call the beach. Unlike Australia, beaches in Nice are synonymous with pebbles, not sand. While there is no concern with sand getting into, well, everything the fist-sized rocks are more than uncomfortable to lie on. A Thermarest™, or the like, is the only way to enjoy prolonged sessions in the sun. (With suitable hydration and adequate sun protection of course!!) The sea, just to top things off, was on the tail end of a jellyfish plague that had, for the last month, made the entire coast unsafe for swimming!! At least the sun was out today!!
Nonetheless, time spent catching up with friends and family was worth the return, as was the opportunity to learn a little more about fire fighting.
NB: 500ml of water will not extinguish a burning scooter!!
Ummmm my bike's on fire....maybe this water will work?!?
Hmmmm...it's still on fire.
Hey look.....my bikes on fire.
Um Officer......I think that bike's on fire.

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