“Nice was nice,” as the typical response goes. Actually it was pretty awesome. The train ride there sucked though because, once again, I hardly slept. But the 26ish hours of sleep I grabbed in Paris carried me through the next day.
The train arrived in Nice at 7:30 in the morning. Luckily Nice is a lot smaller than Paris so it’s harder to get too lost. I couldn’t check into my hostel until 9:00 so I grabbed breakfast with a side of internet while I waited around.
Checked into an empty 3 bed room at the hostel at around 9:00 and immediately jumped in the shower. After cleansing my body and soul, I thought it would be a good idea to try to clean some of my clothes in the sink “like a real backpacker.” That turned out to not be as easy as it sounds. I had a little cheap braided clothesline with me that I used to hang the few washed articles up in the room with. They took forever to dry, even with the window open on the room. The rest of the trip I managed to find washing machines to do the job for me instead, occasionally in exchange for some coins. (Continue reading…)