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If I were young, I'd flee this town

 

Le Havre and me!

Le Havre

I arrived in Le havre after a particularly easy crossing from Portsmouth. My bed for the night was a reclining chair which to my surprise was amazingly comfortable. I strongly recommend the journey for anyone looking for a reasonable way to get from England to France. Add to that the fact that Le Havre is obscenely close to a place called Etretat and you have the makings of a very pleasant mini break in France.

You'll have to excuse me but those chair beds were so comfortable I think its worthy of adding a pic -


Anyway, my bed fellow for the evening was an old gent who kept himself to himself, but unashamedly touted the merits of hot chocolate. so much so in fact that when i went to get my own night cap I passed over the bottled over priced beer and went straight for some of that luscious chocolat chaud too.

The rest of my time in Le Havre was spent in the company of my very gracious host Aisling. I was great to see her again and see her beautiful home. Although now that I mention it, I realise that have no pics of her home to share. Whilst in leHavre Ais brought me to Etretat.( is it annoying you that there is no accent on the E? because its annoying the hell out of me. But this eeepc has its limitations and facilitating extended characters from the keyboard is one of them.) Anyway.....Etretat is simply beautiful and I reckon it is as important to visit it in person as it is to see the Mona Lisa in person. Sometime we put so much emphasis on art when the art in life is so much better. But I digress...

On the Friday we dropped by a tattoo parlour where I decided to have myself inked once again. This time getting the (long desired) image of kokopelli( that's Ko-Ko-Pelli not kokopeepee!!) needled into my calf. The process took 2 hours and it was only towards the end that my patience waned and therefore my tolerance of the needle too. The results are perfect and I'm delighted to have a new amigo with me for company on my travels.

Say hi to my liddle friend -


I was really great starting the trip in LeHavre and it was also great catching up with Ais & Dams again. I look forward to showing them similar hospitality when my very own home exists.

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By Richard Fortune
On Wednesday, 28 May 2008
At 5/28/2008 03:48:00 pm
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Anonymous Anonymous Says:

Nothin' beats the hobo life!!
Keep on keepin on dude.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=wbTItiQO5d8

 

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