Monaco, and 1000 miles.

So Monaco is where I got up to. It is everything they say it is, a rich boys playground. The expensive cars and shops and women are everywhere. I first drove up to the casino, where I parked my bike in a side street, and just went and looked. It is beautiful! The garden outside just adds to it.

I went inside to try and check it out, but was followed by a doorman, who asked what I was after, and when I said toilet, I was politely directed to one down the street. I didn't even get to see anything! Just the big hall as you enter, which was very empty, so I wonder if it was even open. But they were gearing up for the Santa Monica Masters Tennis Comp, so maybe that was why. Ah well. It was worth a try. I did see a famous guy, a designer, old, long grey hear tied back. Don't know his name, but I think he is with one of the big ones. D&G maybe?

The view of Monte Carlo from above with my mug in the way.

I then went and walked to the harbour thinking I would go and check out the palace, but seeing that it was very high up and a lot further away, I decided I would ride up, so I walked around the harbour, and looked at all the fantastically massive boats in there, before I went up for the bike. And it was hot! The whole place is hills! I walked along way too, part of the GP track, saw the Fairmont Hotel that Grace Kelly opened, and then the bike. I rode over to the palace in the old town, where a policeman waved me on. I wasn't alowed to park directly outside the palace apparently. So he directed me to where the parking was, but I did a wrong turn, so I did another lap of the old town. I was about to give up when I saw the same policeman again, and he offered to take me there. So I followed him to the parking garage, and he then asked the security guys to look after my bags and stuff in the office! Which they did! How nice. So with all my stuff safely stored, I went and checked out the palace, which was very cool. And I also found out that the rock the old town sits on is Monaco proper. So if the policeman hadn't been so nice, I would have missed out on Monaco altogether! Not good!

The Royal Palace. Still the official residence!

 By this time it 1700 or so, and I still had to get to Italy for the next campsite. All I could think of on the way there was the food. Pasta and pizza. I was practically drooling. Unfortunately the campsite didn't have grass, so I pitched my tent on bricks. Nice. And I had to pay €15 for that?! At least the spag bog was really good. Not what they call it here funny enough!

I even hit 1000 miles today! What a milestone eh! that's more than i rode last year i think!