Somewhere in Corsica you will find the bodies. The poor fools that travelled up the Cap Corse without cash. Ostensibly we are in France a modern, 21st century nation. But not in Corsica. No you are in anti-France where the French are just more foreigners, credit cards are a yet to be discovered means of paying for things or, alternatively, a trick to be played on innocent Corsicans by tourists and the Italians (Genovese) were simply invaders that happened to hang around for a century or four.
I decide to go to Annecy after Aix and Nimes; it's a suitably random decision a bit like the answer to the question about why you climbed Everest...Because it was there. The best form of travel follows no logical pattern, is ideally not pre-planned; it follows no timetable. This mode of travel is increasingly hard... Continue Reading →
Aix and Nimes, like Orange, Sablet and Avignon are all in Provence. I love this part of France. It feels very French, steeped in history, bathed in the soft hazy sun of the south, spotted with with hilltop villages as if some crazy God just dropped them randomly around the countryside. It's the France of... Continue Reading →
Travelling South I leave Gare du Lyon for Orange, in the south of France, on a beautiful summer's morning. There is something cocoon like about travelling on planes and trains. It's almost as if the closer we are forced into proximity with strangers, the more we feel the need to surround ourselves with a type... Continue Reading →
Passing by Paris; Brexit, soccerÂ and other lies I'm on my way to Sablet for a mixture of a wake and a celebration; a wake, of sorts, for the death of Lincoln Siliakus who died almost a year ago this month â€“ and a celebration of a life well lived. And also a celebration of the... Continue Reading →
Back to France... Back to France. This involves traveling and, despite having spent my entire life seeking to ensure the planet runs out of jet fuel, petrol/diesel and whatever they power trains with - thus giving me unrivalled travel experience ....my traveling system guarantees that no peaceful day shall pass untroubled. I have a travel... Continue Reading →
"Putain, he is a pied noir, what can I expect. They are all machistes, they think the woman is their slave, like all men" Nadine stares at me for support. We have had several political discussions about such issues and the attitudes of the Pied Noir (white French from Algeria). Bernard, her husband, being a... Continue Reading →