22.07.2007 - 24.07.2007 33 °C
Another journey, another train strike. We couldn't book the night train we wanted to Nice because there was a train strike in Italy so we had to book a train that took us on a slight detour through Switzerland. We had to get a train at 14.39 to arrive Basel in Switzerland at 19.48. From there we had a 10 minute walk before boarding the half hour train to Mulhouse Ville at 20.20. At Mulhouse Ville we would then get our night train to Nice at 22.09. So with all this ahead of us, imagine our panic when the first train from Innsbruck was delayed by 10 minutes before it had even arrived. This train then accumulated delays at every station before eventually announcing that we would be terminating at Zurich. We had stopped worrying about the night train and were planning a night at the station. Debating whether to go to the information desk or take a gamble on the announced train to Basel we ran to platform 13, past rows and rows and rows of first class seats, plonking ourselves down next to two aussies, hoping for the best. Magically the train arrived in Basel at 19:30 so we had plenty of time for the 10 minute walk to Basel SNCF. We wondered down a passage in the station and freely walked across the border into France.
After the short train ride to Mulhouse we had a long wait for the night train. We had treated ourselves to couchettes, looking into the compartment we saw 3 people in our cabin. Lucys stress levels rose, thinking of another squashed night train. As we stepped inside however we looked up and saw 2 free bunks squashed against the ceiling and nowhere to put our bags. Luckily one of the bunks was free so we shoved our bags in there and climbed up, gradually realising just how slender the beds were. There was nothing to stop you falling out of the bunk whatsoever so we lay still on the bunks, holding onto the luggage racks for some support and prepared for a sleepless night.
On our arrival in Nice we pushed through the busy station to go to tourist info to find a campsite. After a short train journey we arrived on a beach and found the nearest campsite. Can't say we actually saw or wanted to see Nice, it was expensive, pretentious, boring and full of nothing but tourists and holidaymakers. Our experience here was so different to the other cities we have visited. We spent the days on the beach and the nights in bars.