Said goodbye to Shells, she wasn’t as bad as I thought she would be (PML!!).

Nice Taxi driver pointed out lots of places of interest on the way back to the airport.

Saw lots of skaters while I was in my delirious state, thank goodness my flight took off on time.

Got into Heathrow, Neil was there waiting for me, we drove home with him coughing and me blowing my nose. Drove home through a lot of rain, sleet and snow.

Got home in the early evening, caught up on email, phoned Shells (Who also seemed to be coming down with the dreaded flu) and then sulked as was not looking forward to celebrating my 28th Birthday the next day with the flu. (Side note: I didn’t!)

I had a great time though and can’t wait to do it all again. Thanks to all the great people I met, especially Shells of course.

Hope you’ve enjoyed having a read about our time in Nice, if you haven’t and were hoping to see long endless lists of jumps landed etc, well that’s tough really. This is for my benefit also, so I won’t forget it all too easily.

First I walked in the general direction of the arena, there was a really nice fountain that I'd wanted to take a picture of a couple of days before but my film camera wasn't working, and I didn't have the digital camera with me. So, I figured that I could kill two birds with one stone in walking that way (I was having HUGE McDonalds cravings).

So, I took my picture, had my McDonalds, and then set off for the other end of town...in the pouring rain. It's a wonder I didn't catch pnemonia actually. So, I arrived downtown and found my way down into some shops, I bought a bunch of really pretty postcards, and also an umbrella! I went down to the water and took some pictures there, but they really don't look as nice as if they were taken when the sun was shining. Oh well... I then went up into the park in the middle of the square and took some pictures of the gardens and the fountain in there. After all that, I felt rather exhausted so I took a taxi from that point (the same point we caught the taxi from the night before) back to the hotel. I went upstairs and started to pack up, and then fell asleep on the bed while watching some tv.

I woke up about 5pm because I was hungry and decided to go out for some dinner. I was hoping for some soup because by that point I was feeling just rotten. I took a painkiller and an Ecchinacea (sp?) in hopes of feeling a little better. I went downstairs and Pierre told me where I could go for food but when I got there, they weren't serving food. So I ended up going to a bakery and getting a pizza bun, and a jam tart. I then picked up an orange at a little gorocery across the road from the hotel and in I went. Pierre's wife (whose name I never got) was nice enough to make me a hot chocolate to take with me into the room where I ate my dinner and watched Baywatch, which had been dubbed over.

I fell asleep again, but was awakened when the phone rang. It was my mum I think. So, I talked to her for a little while, and then hung up and went back to dozing in front of the tv. Then the phone rang again (which had me confused), and it turned out to be Sharon. She told me that she'd driven through a blizzard (?!?) on her way from London to Cardiff, which had me quite surprised. Little did I know that I was in for the same thing the next day. Anyway, set a wake up call for the morning, and then went to bed super early and had a really good sleep.

Since I'm too lazy to create a Day Nine page, I'll just say that my trip home was uneventful.