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Well, good news everyone! Sort of.

I’m currently on a ferry in the Mediterranean, on my way to Marseille. Yes, I’m sitting in the lounge area waiting for night and then morning to be over because I was too cheap to dish out for a bunk or room or even a "chair".

Well, by the time I post this I won’t be.. Because I obviously can’t post it to my blog until I get connected to the internet again, which will be tomorrow sometime unless the boat sinks, someone steals my laptop while I’m sleeping, or I accidentally roll over and smother her it.

You see, folks.. I decided that the cheapest and best way for us to get our stuff out of the clutches of the evil shipping/French people is to visit them, pay them lots of hard-earned (and some not-so-hard-earned) money, and then think evil thoughts about them for a while afterwards.

The ferry from Bastia to Marseille is an overnighter. We left the harbour at 8:00pm and we’ll arrive in Marseille at 7:30am. So night #1 is on the floor in a public area of the ferry. Don’t worry, I have a bag of goodies and I just finished watching a DVD on my computer. I was lucky enough to find the ONLY plug on the whole boat that isn’t under lock and key. Literally. There are locks on the plugs. Except for this one. When the lady saw me I think she told me that I wasn’t supposed to be using it, because she kept wiggling her finger at me and saying things in French.. but I was too quick for her and pulled a "frenchy" on her by replying back in English and saying "je ne parle pas la francais", which means… you guessed it, "I don’t speak a word of french so go away and stop bothering me."

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Anyway, so now the DVD is over and it’s time for "bed". That means basically plopping over and falling asleep here in the hallway. Tomorrow I have a big day ahead of me. But I’m fully prepared — I hope. I have maps. I have names and numbers of important shipping people I have spoken with and hopefully will know where is our stuff. I have all kinds of paperwork to show who I am, where I come from, where I’m going, and that I’m not really such a bad person so please don’t give me any custom’s trouble. I even have a list of (hopefully) free wifi access points where I can surf the net and do some work once this whole thing is over.

Speaking of which.. I’ll be in Marseille for two days. Yes, that means tomorrow night I’ll be spending the night in the back of the van HOPEFULLY with our stuff. My Uncle was able to find a little mattress for me (I swear he has one of *everything* in his garage), and I took some blankets from our house. So things should be ok. I have been warned, repeatedly and separately, by my Uncle, my Aunt, my cousin, and then another cousin, to watch out for crazy people who apparently roam the streets of Marseille in search of rusted old vans with people sleeping inside. I told them I would try to park in a place where there is lots of light, and that seems to be a good idea.

I’m spending the night in Marseille, because the shipping people told me that it would possibly take two days to deal with customs. Two days. Two days! I sure hope I don’t spend two days dealing with customs, because that’s a lot of French I don’t know. Day two will hopefully be spent wishing I had booked a ferry for that night, but how glad I am that I found some free internet. I have a ferry ticket for Tuesday evening, and I arrive back in Marseille on Wednesday morning at 7:30am. Good times. But now that I have the layout of the ship, I’ll be able to find that one unlocked plug before the stewards get to it.

Rebecca is in Bastia!! And Amy!!!!! They made it!!!! emoticon

Their trip was pretty good, until they reached Nice. Then it went bad. Like as in let’s have a 7 hour delay and not tell anyone what’s going on type of bad.

Really. She was supposed to arrive in Bastia at 3:30pm, and at around 4:00pm Cara and I started asking where is the plane? Of course, there was no information and after a whopping 3 hours of waiting we *finally* were told there was a problem, and that they didn’t know what was the problem.

So to make a long story short, imagine yourself waiting for someone at a hick-town airport and the flight doesn’t show up. The people in the airport have no idea why, and you have no idea if you should drive the 45 minutes back home or if you should stay because maybe the flight might show up any minute from now.

We went home, and fortunately our smart-thinking Aunt phoned the airport in Nice and found out the problem. At 10:30pm or so the plane finally arrived and Rebecca and Amy were officially in Corsica.

Today, Rebecca met a few of the cousins (our neighbors) and sampled some Muscat (very good specialty of the area — an aperitif wine). They went to the camping (the place my Uncle — the one who recently died — built and where Philippe and I have "land") to see the sunset, and I think they’ll have a great few days without me.

Good stuff.

Well, that’s all for now. Some screaming kid keeps running into the hallway and I think I might trip him the next time he runs past. We’ll see.

Cheers!