Week 5

After leaving Marseille i was immediately struck with some serious size mountains. Good day for dad to have ended on i thought.
Dad was missed.
What i lacked in companionship i made up with in Kilometres covered. 141km on my first day alone. The next significant landmark was Nice. I took the longer more scenic route. WOW! Stunning.
It was everything you imagine the french riviera to be and so much more.
I detoured slightly to visit St Tropez. Was exactly how i imagined it to be. A playground for the rich. Some of the boats were fantastic.
Wilson and i stopped for a drink on the dock, well it was more like a stage for the remarkable boats and their owners to show off their toys and lifestyle to the hundreds of people both walking by and dining at the nearby restaurants. The boat to my left had an overweight owner enjoying the company of what looked to be young work associates, expensive champagne and an extremely attractive women many years his younger. I must have been looking at him and his lifestyle for about 15 mins ( with a little envy) before being brought back down to earth with a bang. To my right, walking along the promenade was a young down syndrom adult. He was looking so happy. It was the manner in which he was holding on to the arm of what looked to be his brother that got me. Holding onto this arm as though it was his  source of happiness. To my left, every requirement and luxury man could desire and to my right someone just as happy with just a hand to hold onto.
It was at this point that i wanted to leave. Dont get me wrong, St Tropez is very scenic and entertaining. I was just scared that the envy would start misdirecting my moral compass. Also at this point was just made aware of a very dark and ominous cloud heading my and Wilsons way. We were off.
The rest of the riveira was amazing. Especially a particular section called Esterel or nicknamed the red rock. Just breathtaking!
I got to Nice with a few hours to spare before my boat to Corsica departed.
The boat dropped me off at Ajaccio at the inconvenient time of 11.30pm. A few beers in the town and then lights out. My destination in Corsica would be Propriano on the South West coast. It would be this journey  that i would first be broken. 
Extreme winds and wet weather and a continual climb of 17km (just under 4 hours) would bring me to yelling and tears. You see, its the unknown that breaks you. If you are told at the beginning of the day that you had 4 mountains or a 17km climb, then you could get mentally prepared for it.
The scenes after this were unbeleivable! 
Did the scenes only look so good to me because of what i had to go through to get there?
or...are real beautiful things designed to be hard work to appreciate?

Next stop Sardegna (Italy)