For the first half of the day i was looking for supermarkets and a place where i could buy an french sim card.
In the evening i met two very nice french girls who accommodated me and one of them even cooked me a nice meal.
And then Friday night one very crazy and long weekend started.
These guys came to me and gave me 2 euros. One minute later they returned and asked me if i want to go for a beer with them.
We went to different pubs all night long and drank beer with some occasional tequila shots.
We finished the night by going to eat some kebab and then me and Patrick (guy with the blond hair) went to the hostel to sleep.
They also paid for my hostel bed for three nights.
Saturday all three of us met at 12 am and we went to the pub to eat something and to have a beer.
After finishing our beers the very sweet part began.
We went to a private beach.
There we drank some champagne and many beers.
In the evening after the beach we went to the Irish pub where we had some more beers and tequila shots.
One hour later our stomachs were empty of food by so we went to eat some pizza.
There for some idiotic reason that i cant remember we drank also some flavored oil (the bottle in the middle)
After that we went to the pub again.
Then around 10pm we went to the beach to drink some cheaper beer (bought from the shops)
There we found some German girls and we went to the pub again.
And finally somewhere 1am we called it a night.
Sunday at noon we went back to the pub again. And as you can guess we drank beer all day long again.
But we made some history there as well.
Because we were a bit tired from the weekend, we needed something to woke us up. One of us suggested it could be tequila shot and the other suggested that it could be espresso.
But we couldn't decide which one to take so we decided we take both ones and mix it in one class.
And the "Tespresso" was born.
We went to some other pub as well put we stopped drinking somewhere 8 pm
Monday morning we had our last breakfast together and then said goodbye.
For the next two days i didn't do much of anything.
Wednesday morning around 6 am one very bad thing happened.
One guy tried to cut a hole in my sleeping bag to get my bag from there.
And when i woke up i scared him a bit but he still stayed there for half an hour hoping that i will fall a sleep again.
But i didn't so he went away.
The next few days i was mostly on the beach enjoying getting a bit more tanned and swimming. And also big waves and laughing how much trouble it caused to people to get into the water and out of the water. But the waves were fun for me too.
Thursday was also a world war 2 exhibition in one of the main squares and parade.
Friday i redesigned my sign to get some more trust when i beg and to get some free advertising for my blog.
And this sign is working way better than i expected. Everyday so many people from France are checking out my blog. And when i beg i see people watching my sign, then taking out their smart phones and a minute later they give me some money.
So Friday night i did for the first time in Nice some begging for three hours.
Saturday night i did it for 1 hour until i met this guy.
He came to talk with me and then offered me a place to stay.
Which was a really nice apartment in the beach palace (he could use it for four days thanks to her mother).
There i got my own room with my own bathroom.
Saturday night he bought some very strong beers and we went to the beach.
Sunday he went to play some music and i wasn't in the mood of begging so i listened him. After what we went back to the beach to drink some beers.
Monday was for me like a vacation.
I was alone in the apartment and i could just sit on a couch for all day and watch movies from a big screen.
Unfortunately the last movie which i watched with him toghether was Pirates of the Caribbean.
So Tuesday we went to the beach promenade and started drinking rum.
And after the first bottle we already said "why is all the rum gone!.
And we had three of those.
Some nice girls came to talk with us as well.
He went to buy a new bottle of rum with a girl but they were away way longer than they should been.
Eventually they came back with a bottle of rum and announcing us that they are now married.
And when i told him that in the morning he had no idea what i was talking about.
But Wednesday he continued to hith hike to Italy having his wife's name written on his arm.
I drank some rum more with some random guys and Thursday evening i stopped.
Friday i cured my hangover and sweared that i will be sober for a while.
But Friday evening i met Brendan again, the guy who made the first weekend possible.
And he asked if i want to go for a beer with him after he finishes his job. And i said yes.
At that moment we both had a cut feeling that its going to be one long weekend again.
So few hours later we went for a beer.
We drank beers again in the Irish pubs until they were closed (3 am). But it wasn't enough for us so we bought from a kebab place 10 more beers.
And because he knew that i dont have a sleeping place he risked getting in trouble by sneaking me into a villa that's worth 50 million euros. Its still under renovation but i could see already how big and luxurious it is and is going to be. It took us about 10 minutes to walk through all rooms.
There is going to be 250 000 € chandelier.
But anyways we drank there until 5.30 and discussed about life.
Saturday the plan was to go to the beach again but since we got to the city 4 pm we headed straight to the pub.
There we drank the good old Tespresso again and drank beer until 8 pm
After that we went to one music festival at the port.
But we found it to be very boring and the only thing that was even little bit interesting was the fireworks.
When that was finished we ran back to the pub. Where we had some more tespressos and beers.
And again we were there until they closed.
After that we started looking a taxi that would take us back to home (its about an hour walk when you are sober)
But then he spotted a 5 to 1 fight and ran to help the guy.
And before i even understood what had happened he came back like this.
So instead of looking a taxi we started looking for a hospital. Luckily it was pretty close.
After two hours of hospital we took the taxi and got home 6.30 am.
But by that time we were sober enough to drink some more. The night ended at 8 am
Sunday we went to the Irish pub again but this time just one beer and food.
After that we went back to the villa and drank a lot of water and watched videos.
Until we were announced that the boss will be there in 5 minutes.
So i packed my things very quickly and we went out for a walk and then we said goodbye again.
Monday i got to sleep in some roadside bush until 2.30 pm and then looked for a laundry place and washed all my clothes.
After that i wanted to write a blog post but i didn't found a place at that time where i could do it. So i went begging and i met Brendan for a short moment again.
If i can stock my bag full of cheap food at this time i will leave Nice, if not i will have to stay for one more night.
Now some photos about Nice.
So far 1790 km.
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