BASK
Morning all.
I’m in the south of France, have been for a week and will be for another two. I look like a well cooked piece of beef. I apologize in advance for the lack of quality this message will hold due to my lack of writing the last few weeks.
Well, first thing to say is that I can understand why so many art movements happened in France, because the amount of little bars that flow out into the streets and seem opened at every God forsaken hour, which is every hour in this fifth level of hell, allow for 24/7 drinking without realizing and great discussion.
The language barrier isn’t proving too much of a problem, as the good ol’ English ignorance prevails; talk a little louder and slower in English. I’ve acquired an old love for swimming and have spent too many hours being slow cooked in water too hot to boil potatoes in.
Anyway, once again, the pathetic excuse of a post that this is, is all that you’re getting for now. Next week we’re off to Toulouse or some other crazy place and I’ll make sure I document my days so I can throw the report out into the fiend-like hands of no body, clutching, not from behind their empty cowardice screens, as they don’t exist.
Bye.
