Hugh and I have traipsed our way around eleven different countries over the past year – “WHAT JERKS” right?! Does it make you feel better that we have had the most life changing time though? No? Sorry, sorry I am a total jerk.
Moving right along…
The one place that we didn’t step foot over the past year was our old friend Australia! (Cue kangaroo ‘boiiiiiiiing’ sound and Land Down Under track). Homesickness can rear its head at the most inconsiderate of times, i.e. after we had spent four weeks on holiday and returned to Paris looking down the barrel of winter. I could sense Hugh was in need of a strong dose of Australian culture. The stars aligned (thank you Rugby World Cup officials) and we had a week break in September which happened to coincide with my lovely cousin’s wedding. Hugh’s coach kindly gave us the green light to return back to the antipode islands under strict instructions to manage the J-lag.
Except that didn’t actually happen.
During training Hugh injured himself and two days before we were meant to fly to Sydney for three days and Christchurch for three days the doctor gave the big “NON” to our trip. The pressure from the plane would cause his calf to… (not even going to attempt to complete this sentence you may be shocked to know this but I am not a real doctor).
Like the good holiday opportunists we are we decided to carpe diem the week ahead and get creative with our mode of transport. Because Hugh couldn’t fly anywhere we traveled by horse and cart and then submarine to Ireland.
Ok that didn’t actually happen either.
We drove eight hours to Toulon, caught up with our friends Sal and Mitch and then boarded an overnight ferry complete with nightclub, dog park, and our own cabin to Corse! (otherwise known as Corsica). Yes, 18 hours of travel! That’s the sort of effort holiday opportunists are willing to put in. Nothing shall stand in our way.
For those interested Hugh has tended carefully to his baby cow and is much improved, he wore spaceman trousers, skipped leg day for a few weeks, did four handstands, consulted a physic, consumed only green food for three days and now he’s BACK.
Jokes, CORSE there are photos.
Me “OHHHH MYYY GAAAWDDDD what an ADORABLE little town. Stop the car! Corte is my new favourite town oh let’s go look around naaaaaww ccccuuuuteee!”
Hugh “Oh awkward did I not tell you? We are going to climb a mountain.”
The surprise mountain hike was a grand idea. I ripped my shoes as I was not properly attired, and freaked out trying to scale a cliff face while clinging to a metal chain. But what doesn’t kill you, makes you want to kill your boyfriend. Right.
Adventures of the more relaxed nature were needed for the following day and as fate would have it our friends the lovely Laulala’s were in Corsica vacationing for the week. Our Air BnB hosts had really come to the breakfast party so after devouring most of what you see below it was a quick 45min trip to Saint Florent for a spot of lunch, boat watching, gymnastics and gelato.
I liked Saint Florent so much that we returned the following day. Saleccia is a dreamy white sand beach that we fell in love with via google images. The only way to get to the sand is by boat which was extremely exciting during the calm conditions and even more exciting during the rough.
We were all thinking it. Who on earth is basking out on a launch with two jet-skis and fabulous deckhands all in white. The beachgoers were captivated. It was Beyonce. Definitely. Probably. I think.
Splashed out on beach equipment (one of us is fairer skinned). The image on the umbrella is that of the Corsican flag. Take a moment to let that sink in New Zealand. A rebellious pirate flag, the ultimate in flag design.
Me – “Oi Sir can I have an Oyster?”
To be cont..