So my plan for today was to go dock walking in Monaco... until a man with a stench so vile sat next to me that I had to get off at the next station in Nice.... what a fail... I handed out ONE CV, and I lost my favourite kikoi... thanks a lot you stinky shit head (dumbo brain fart pants) , you effectively RUINED my day, and quite possibly my week (and my LIFE), I LOVED that kikoi, and now... it's gone (someone ELSE is wearing it and enjoying it and thinking "oh my what a pretty new scarf I have, because they're FRENCH and they don't know it's actually called a Kikoi, stupid frog leg eaters, snail munchers, uuuuh, baguette brains!).
So, it's been a pretty lame day but I picked myself up, mopped the tears away (for real, I was CRYING) and went dockwalking again, I literally begged for a job and I forced a guy in the crew house to be my boyfriend so we could apply for a couples position together, yip, it's getting to that point. And at this rate, it looks like I might be moving to the caravan park in the not too distant future. Oh yes, a REAL caravan park, with caravans, proper caravans.
But NEVER MIND, it's the Crew House Braai tonight, a lethal punch is busy being made, I have some wine chilling in the fridge (just in case the punch isn't enough you know, fear of running out, it's a real thing), I've printed some business cards out and I plan on getting drunk and flirting my way onto a boat (WHAT? everyone's doing it!), it's called "networking", not drinking, it's all part of the process.
The plan for this weekend is to completely chill, visit a little village called Entrevaux and stay as far away from the docks as possible.
