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coastline treks
Mar. 30th, 2011 11:23 am(Written Tuesday night, posted Wednesday morning. Those photos take forever to upload!)
I suppose that getting up at 9.15am rather than 9.40am is an achievement of sorts. It’s becoming increasingly clear to me that my waking hours when I am working are intrinsically odd. Add to that a single day when I have to get up at 2.50am (to make the plane in plenty of time – I so wish I could have the relaxed attitude of a Harrington or a Becky and be able to assume that everything will run swimmingly, because I always arrive at London Bridge with 25 minutes to spare, and then at the airport with two hours until take-off) and my body clock nearly always rebels on day two. The same thing happened when I went to Vegas, except there it happens on day three.
One thing I forgot to mention is that Easyjet seemed to have abandoned its Speedy Boarding check-ins – at least it had when I arrived. All there were were “online” check-in desks for bag drop. SB passengers went thataway. Not that there was much delay, but it seemed a bit odd.
You still get the preferred loading at the gate, although I have to laugh at the large number of people sitting in the Speedy Boarding area who mysteriously migrate to the other side when it comes to queueing up for the gate. People really are strange.
The rear toilet was out of use on the plane, resulting in the predictable queue for the sole operating loo at the front. Although the sex split of passengers is about 50:50, the loo queue was about 90:10 to females. This gave the added joy of being able to observe females staring daggers at other females for spending too long in the toilet.
One final observation. Easyjet has shrunk the size of its bacon baguettes. They used to be (just about) fair value. Now they are a plain rip-off. (Subtle word play. Don't worry if you didn't spot it. "Plain", and "plane". Ahh, the wordsmith's art....)
But, back to this morning. I’d bought my postcards, but failed to write them last night. So I manfully made the effort this morning. This was despite the fact that the sun had come out in all of its glory. Showers were forecast for the afternoon, so I really could not make my mind up what to do. I’d managed two new things in two days (the market on Avenue Malaussena on Sunday, and St Paul de Vence on Monday), so I felt no obligation to be adventurous. But the weather did seem to dictate at least a short trip.
So I decided to take the shoreline walk to the east of Nice. I’ve posted photographs of this before, although I hadn’t noticed the sign before that said “You are strongly advised against taking the shore walk in stormy weather”. “Strongly advised” is a bit mild, I think. I’d class it as suicidal.
( more text, many pictures )
I suppose that getting up at 9.15am rather than 9.40am is an achievement of sorts. It’s becoming increasingly clear to me that my waking hours when I am working are intrinsically odd. Add to that a single day when I have to get up at 2.50am (to make the plane in plenty of time – I so wish I could have the relaxed attitude of a Harrington or a Becky and be able to assume that everything will run swimmingly, because I always arrive at London Bridge with 25 minutes to spare, and then at the airport with two hours until take-off) and my body clock nearly always rebels on day two. The same thing happened when I went to Vegas, except there it happens on day three.
One thing I forgot to mention is that Easyjet seemed to have abandoned its Speedy Boarding check-ins – at least it had when I arrived. All there were were “online” check-in desks for bag drop. SB passengers went thataway. Not that there was much delay, but it seemed a bit odd.
You still get the preferred loading at the gate, although I have to laugh at the large number of people sitting in the Speedy Boarding area who mysteriously migrate to the other side when it comes to queueing up for the gate. People really are strange.
The rear toilet was out of use on the plane, resulting in the predictable queue for the sole operating loo at the front. Although the sex split of passengers is about 50:50, the loo queue was about 90:10 to females. This gave the added joy of being able to observe females staring daggers at other females for spending too long in the toilet.
One final observation. Easyjet has shrunk the size of its bacon baguettes. They used to be (just about) fair value. Now they are a plain rip-off. (Subtle word play. Don't worry if you didn't spot it. "Plain", and "plane". Ahh, the wordsmith's art....)
But, back to this morning. I’d bought my postcards, but failed to write them last night. So I manfully made the effort this morning. This was despite the fact that the sun had come out in all of its glory. Showers were forecast for the afternoon, so I really could not make my mind up what to do. I’d managed two new things in two days (the market on Avenue Malaussena on Sunday, and St Paul de Vence on Monday), so I felt no obligation to be adventurous. But the weather did seem to dictate at least a short trip.
So I decided to take the shoreline walk to the east of Nice. I’ve posted photographs of this before, although I hadn’t noticed the sign before that said “You are strongly advised against taking the shore walk in stormy weather”. “Strongly advised” is a bit mild, I think. I’d class it as suicidal.
( more text, many pictures )
