My tourmates and I. Steph, Jamie, Me, Rowan, Astra, Di
Woke up and got a few strange looks this morning... apparently quite a few people had heard about the previous night's "incident" and were curious. Whatever, I thought it was funny more than anything.
Breakfast wasn't anything too exciting, cereal, baguettes, potato-ham-cheese bake. Took a shower and then got ready for the trek up to "the Top of the World." There's a huge hill about an hour from the chateau, so all the groups who stay there end up taking a day to just climb to the top and relax with a picnic. We made it to the halfway mark, which had the last publc toilet available before we got to the top (well, actually, the last public toilet avaiable at all, unless you wanted to go au natural). I was going to stop, but no one else in my group did, so I decided I'd keep going.
Pimp Terry and me.
But when I thought about my options at the top of the hill, I changed my mind and turned back around. I didn't have the map or directions, so I had to stop in a library (in this middle-of-nowhere tiny town on the way to the hill) and ask for directions to the toilet. Of course, it was my first real squatter experience. I really wish I'd worn a skirt. There are bars to hold on to, but you really have to be careful with your aim or I'd imagine you'd have some wet pants/socks/shoes. Not a fun thing to attempt if you don't know what you're doing.
In any event, I had to find my way back to the top, which you wouldn't think would be too difficult, but there's not a real defined path after a certain point, so you just kinda walk up as best you can and hope you find your group.
Aaron loved his bikini.
I finally made it (feeling really tired again-- i really need to work out more), and my group with the picnic basket hadn't arrived yet. Not so good. I found a few others from my tour who I'd talked to before, but my group still hadn't showed. About 30 minutes later, they all came up from a totall different direction than most people. Turns out, after I stopped in the city, they went the wrong way and got lost. In any event, we all sat down to eat and enjoyed the view. I also got a lovely sunburn, even though it wasn't even sunny out. Guess that's what happens at the top of the world. We took a different route home, and then relaxed outside on the lawn of the chateau for a while. The pool, which is heavily advertised in all the Contiki stuff, wasn't open (usually isn't from the travel journals I've read).
Mike and I were both going for the smokey eye look.
We then went inside for dinner and to get changed for the shock your mama party in the cave. I didn't have much that would shock my mom, so I just put on a lot of dark make up and dressed like a hooker as best I could. Terry had girls kiss his white shirt with dark lipstick, so he looked like a pimp. Most of the other guys dressed as girls, and most of the girls dressed in as little possible. I don't know if any of this would have shocked their mothers, but it was fun anyway. Got to sleep around 1 that night.