Nice, France
I haven't been amazed at anyting I've seen for a while, with the exception of the rock sheltered beach and huge, man-spanking waves in Portugal. I look around me and I don't feel like saying anything, let alone writing. I'm tired of talking to strangers just because they're pretty, tired of it going nowhere, tired of it having nowhere to go. I'm tired of cool traveller guys hanging out with us for a day and then going a different way. Tired of walking around at night looking for a free place to sleep and finding turds everywhere.
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