Marseille to Paris - France Marseille had been a great success. Rut was more than happy to watch Argentina beat Wales for her first international rugby match and I got to see England scrape past Fiji with yet another far from impressive display. Still, both our teams had won, and we boarded the train to …
Lille to Marseille - France The story begins in Lille, a city that appeared notoriously difficult to get accommodation six months in advance, and one that did I didn’t have high expectations of. Five married guys and I were visiting for the final group stages of the Rugby World Cup, and somehow it fell on …
Val Thorens - France So much time has passed that I can't actually remember the last time I went skiing for a whole week, but I’m guessing it’s around 17 years. Sure, I’ve had the odd day here and there but finding the time for a whole week hasn’t materialised because no matter how much …
Paris - France I apparently only live 392 miles from Paris yet I've never been. I've visited Tanzania three times, I once went to New Zealand for six days. So what's my issue with France and its hyped up capital? Quite simply, my Dad hated the French, I've always felt the French hated me, I …
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