Posting will be slow for a couple days, as I hop on the Eurail tomorrow and travel to Brussels.
Yesterday I decided to go to the beach, which is a few miles to the south of Montpellier. It was a bit more of a hassle that I expected, as it involved getting on the subway, then getting on a bus. Futhermore this involved knowing exactly what stop I wanted to get off at, and I found this out while face-to-face with the bus driver. After a bit of confusion, the first stop name she said (ended up being Gau de le Roi) I just nodded emphatically and hoped it was correct. (Hopefully, it was!) The line behind me was getting rather impatient and I just wanted to try to avoid pissing off French people as much as possible.
The beach was beautiful, but the water was freezing.
There was a stand where you could rent a kayak for a few Euros, so I tried my hand at it. Its a LOT harder to kayak in the waves of the ocean than down a calm river. I think I spent most of my time tipped over looking around for my bikini top! 🙂 It was a lot of fun though, and seemed like great exercise.
Instead of selling ice cream, there were vendors who sold beinets (like the sweet pastry you can buy in New Orleans). They balanced the boxes on their heads and walked around without spilling anything at all, which was rather impressive.
Later that night I hit a different nightclub called Le Fizz (no pictures as I forgot my camera), and met a large and very friendly group of French college students who were happy to converse with me in English and laugh (good-naturedly!) at my broken French. Le Fizz serves all its drinks with a “lumiere” which is a glow-stick, in the drink. I was a little put-off by that because I know those chemicals are rather toxic and people were breaking them on the dance floor, etc. Ah well, c’est la vie! The MaiTais were awesome, and only a paltry 10 euros. Mon Dieu! But after the bartender learned I had the same name as her, she starting giving me free drinks which was much appreciated. She advised against letting guys buy you drinks, as they become rather possessive afterwards. But we all had an awesome time dancing to disco hits of the 70s and that weird C&C Music Factory remix that I’ve heard non-stop from clubs to cell phone rings.