Nice... very nice...

The ferry from Corsica to Nice cost me around 50% of my total budget so far, and 50% of that was a tax. This sounds crazy, but I actually paid French tax. They made me do that. Bastards. The ferry itself should be called "Shaker" - like Corsican trains. It was a good teeth massage. Also careful armchair design and spacing between them rendered sleeping virtually impossible. Bastards.

Anyway. Finally - some pictures. A faithful documentation of what the hell I've been doing. Eva, observe frequent usage of The Jägermeister Hitch-Hiking Hat.

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I managed to contact Magda without problems, right now we are having one of these in a WiFi-ed pub. During short walk from port to her flat I managed to take 3 showers: one at random tap on a street, one in a fountain and one where a city pipe had broken and water was being spread into the air. Still hot, QED.

You know these awful merry-go-rounds, with horses and elephants and everything, made of cheap plastic, with annoying music and flashing lights? Well, today I saw one of the almost-original ones. The difference between Polish and French merry-go-rounds is like the one between French and Polish beer (which means we win overall).