Saint-malo: its no bondi

hey mark,

so you are still my good friend. i need more friends like you. u know. some good karma will do me good. anyway, how's size management going ? em. i meant chatswood going ?

Day 9 - house keeping.

my first impression when i saw the beach was eeeuuwww. people actually swim in there ? fuck look at them rashes growing ! hah !

anyway. didnt get to much today. the train ride took almost 6 hours. also i had to get organized. need to do my laundry. finally the smell of clean fresh underwear. mmm. get information on how to get to mont saint michele etc.

good karma:
oh yeah, almost had my second loss today - my diesel sunnies. i left it at the reception whist checking in. the guy came chasing after me ! how kind.

visit the old town. thought nothing much of it. the sunset save the beach though.



(the so called beach. look at the stairs to the beach ! - scary)


(the old town)


(sunset at the beach)


bad karma:
ok i had to share a room with this MEGA HUGE french guy. he is some 400 pounds and he had problem breathing. went i went to bed i wondered why would anyone make coffee at 11.30 pm ? then i tough no maybe some on is vacuuming, after 20 minutes or so i worked out that it was FATS who was snoring. fucking hell. he kept me up all night. no wonder my cough is not healing. i had my ipod on to max volume and i could still hear him. i took 2 sleeping pills and i could still hear him. fuck fuck fuck. he woke up at 7am and left. suddenly thought i went deaf. yes it was that bad.
humph ! not happy.

xxx. j.