Monday, August 24, 2015

Ma tean sind kurat võtaks!

I fucking know you - in estonian.
Yeap, i met estonians again but more about that later.

Almost emty port at 4 pm.
The yachts usually arrive between 6pm-9pm.

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Thursday evening after i finished money hunting i went back to the port.
There i sit always in front of Senequer (restaurant) because of wifi. The password is the year it was founded (you can find it under the logo) - your welcome!

And there was the yacht Level C again i started speaking with one stewart who had a lot of stories and life experiences. We talked 3 hours about our crazy adventures.
One thing i should try out is to have a relationship with a stripper. That seemed like a lot of fun.



This yacht i like a lot because its remade. Third deck is chopped down and then second deck is closed completely.


I dont take photos of Porche-s here because in St-Tropez they are like Honda or Ford.
But this one is a classic.


If you want to get somewhere fast its a stupid idea to follow the masses.
By day time when there is a lot of pedestrians on the street i take these small parallel streets where there is no people.



Friday night i was in the port like usually.
There one of the yachts captains first mate started speaking with me and later brought me food and beer.
Nothing else happened i think.


Saturday night i met two estonians (boy in the middle and the girl on the right) again.
And the crazy thing is that the guy knew me and i didnt know him.
He said that he had seen me partying a lot in Estonia and remembers me because of my crazy lifestyle there.

But they had beer, wine and rum so they invited me to join with them. It sure did feel good to speak estonian face to face. But still somehow in the middle of the sentence i always went over to english.



When we had finished our drinks we decided (the girl decided) that we want to dance. So we went to the front of a club and danced outside. There is just no way that we would pay that kinda high price to get inside. Plus i some of us had a back pack which eliminated the possibly anyways.




Sunday morning i got an early wake up call by the nature itself. Normally the rain starts slowly with few drops and then escalates. But this time i got all the water straight away. So one minute later i was soaking wet and there was no cover where to run.
After three coffees and a lot of water the sleepiness and hangover started to fade away. So i went back to the street.


There something really awesome happened.
These guys and girls came next to me and my sign. They started playing music, singing and dancing. And that attracted a lot of attention which for me brought more money.  That was their way to give me support.
There should be more people like them.


In the evening i had a drink together with my friend Ferdinand (the guy on the left) and Stuart and we said goodbye and wished the best for Ferdinand. He is cycling to Italy for the winter.


And now im going to visit the french girl from last post. I know its not going to be one night so this time i planned two nights. Might be easier to follow the plan.

So far 3118 km

Ps. The blog will be renamed to www.roadtomyfreedom.blogspot.com at 10 of september!

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Visiting a french girl

Monday i took the bus and drove5 km away from st-tropez to a big mall to buy back some of the stuff that got stolen. Unfortunately i did it in rush our and it took 1,5 hours to get there. Also i only got half of the stuff i wanted.


But i got a haircut again and bought a shaving machine which was probably the most important. The beard was staring to get too messy.


Tuesday i earned money like normally so nothing to talk about that.




St - Tropez is a place favored by rich and celebrities. This is a photo from club called VIP ROOM. People who have been there.


Some cars again.



By now i had been earning money every day. Havent been in the bars because here its way over my price limit, actually didnt drink at all. And bought always cheap food.
So i decided to reward myself with taking a day off from St-tropez and went to Toulon to visit the french girl who i met on the bus.

I went there just for one night but somehow i ended up staying there 5 nights. 
There is  not much im going to talk about that but i had a really good time. 










Some photos of Toulon.







And because her home was on the other side of the bay we took the ferry ride several times.






Monday it was finally time to go back to St-Tropez. I arrived like its a custom to me just with few cents and coins in my pocket. But i could care less, i was in St-Tropez.

So until today i have earned money every day again. But unfortunately for me the season is starting to get to an end. And for me that means less money and colder nights.


And a yach with Ford GT 40 colors was back from last year.


I met this family wednesday and they offered me a place to sleep 15 km away in the mountains. But because i wanted to be back in the morning i said no.


Some photos from St-Tropez




And a view of sunrise from my bed.


So far 3118 km.

Ps. Blog will be renamed to www.roadtomyfreedom.blogspot.com at 10 of september.

Monday, August 10, 2015

Im a problem solver

Ive had so many problems and obstacles during my trip that im starting to get good at solving them. I even like them, makes everything a bit more interesting.

Thursday after the post i couldnt get a peace of my mind. That everyday after 5pm all i can do is scratch my balls and hope that something good happens. I dont like it. It doesnt coupe very well with my personality. So i put my mind to work and suddenly all the dots connected and formed one big picture.
Wednesday i went to have a lunch between 16.30 - 17.30, then i went back to earn money and got busted around 7pm. I had a coffee and went back and got busted again around 9 pm. Thursday i didnt do the lunch break and got busted at 5 pm.
What does that mean? That the police does scheduled patrols in my street from 5 pm with 2 hour intervals. All i have to do is make an hour break (just incase there is small variation) at 16.30, 18.30 and 20.30.
Havent seen the police since thursday on my street -problem solved!

I didnt do much of anything thursday evening other than talked with my friend in the evening and later sat in the port.







Friday pretty much the same. Earned money the whole day ( i need to buy back the stolen stuff), had a conversation with my friend and went to the port.






There i also saw Level C


Last year the owners of this yacht gave me a pair of custom made Nike shoes with their yacht name on it. Unfortunately the owners where out clubbing so i just spoke with the crew.

Saturday the same routine, earn money all day long and then go to the port.

The locals and some tourists play pentanque all day long.



In the evening i did a walk to the wall (the part of the port that is farthest away), there are the biggest yachts (up to 70 m) everything bigger than that (biggest is 180m) has to stay on the sea cause they cant fit to the port.

An there i saw a yacht with a name that is one of my favorite italian words. Il vagabondo (wanderer), so i took some photos.





And i even met the captain. We spoke for 5 minutes and then he gave me 10 euros (the average price for a beer here and said "go buy yourself a beer!"

Now some cars ive seen on the streets. I dont see them a lot cause most of the time im sitting on a street where theres no cars. But when i walk around i dont have to be disappointed.







From sunday i actually even have a story to tell from the time i was earning money.
A family with three kids walked by and the smallest (about 4 years old) wanted to take 50 cents from my hat. Maybe she taught that im giving money away. But the mother was so embarrassed by that, so she explained to the kid that im asking money and what she did was stealing. After the girl realized what she had done she started crying. Then the mother gave her 5 euros and she came to me and gave it to me. Parenting done right.

Not often here are yachts like that. Mostly they are here when there is a regatta going on.


And if you thought that parallel parking is difficult then try this. St - Tropez port is one of the most difficult ports to dock since from the both sides you usually have between 30-60 cm of free space.


Thats it for now. 
So far 3118km.