Lee lazing at night with gee-tar
I think we then drove all day and night, stopping for sleep in either a layby or field, and arrived in Montpellier the following morning. An achievement of greatness by the van ( named Vanessa for obvious reasons ). With so much weight in people,bags,footballs,guitars,gas stoves etc and given that it was around 10 years old it was really quite remarkable. The first thing we did was head to the beach and duly parked Vanessa up just off the seafront. The next 2 days would be spent just chilling out on the beach all day and night. The first night we joined some people who were playing music on a ghetto blaster and stayed with them until we realised they were unbelievably weird.
Pele also known as Murgs
With our intentions being to sleep on the beach, it meant that we retreated back to the van instead. The norm was to have 1 sleeping in the front and 2 in the back, whilst another 4 pitched up a tent nearby. With the only bit of grass being a tiny thin strip seperating car parking spaces, it was a huge inconvenience. So instead of thinking about the situation we just thought "WHAT THE FUCK", and pitched a couple of tents up anyway. So 1 in the front, 2 in the back and 3 in two tents.......but wait........wasn't there another person!!???? Well i thought i'd have more room on the van roof so stupidly clambered up there with sleeping bag in hand.
Just as a pleasant dream was sweeping through my mind (probably), i then got awoken by the simultaneous sounds of policemen telling us to move, and the girlie screams of my friends as sprinklers on the grass spurted towards their tents.
room with a view
.haha. The next night went a bit better, with us all going down to the beach and having some good irrelevant chat and no weirdo's in sight. For those of you that havn't camped on a beach i suggest you do, as long as it is soft sand, it's so comfortable!! The next day was the day when me and Lee was to say goodbye to the rest as they packed up and carried on with their journey to Barcelona and then the Benicassim Festival in Valencia.
So, what now?? we thought. Although extremely good friends, it meant that we had to compromise more with what to do, when to eat,etc because when there is a few of you together there are more options and a better chance someone wants to do the same thing as you. And because we were struggling with cash we decided to sell a tent and guitar each to one of our mates to help fund our journey back home.
best accomodation ever
Another 2-3 nights were spent in Montpellier, this time with tent pitched inches from the trickling tide. For better safety and security i stayed outside our tent across the doorway, with Lee inside with all belongings. We didn't think this was an amazingly clever move at the time, more logic than anything. But on our last night we were left to think what might have been. These 2 Italian men came early evening on our last day, and wandered over talking to us. I think one was called Guiseppe and i can't remember what the other one was called. We instantly connected with them and whilst one of them got my guitar and played "The Wind Cries Mary" in an American-Italian style, the other got out his harmonica and started blowing along nicely. After that, getting toward midnight, they both whipped out their saxophones and belted out some great sounds.
things got frustrating!!!
........with us only on the beach it was so surreal. We also enjoyed some weird Italian hash they had brought woith them. Their plan was to see an art museum and head back near Italy. They didn't have a tent and decided to sleep nearby, with their bags next to them. The next day we awoke to find them coming back along the beach with their bags and clothes in hand. Someone had come along during the night, rummaged through their bags and took their camera's and phones, whilst leaving their bags up shore with their clothes hanging out everywhere. They were absolutely gutted, and so were we, and with that we decided to head off rather than stay another night.