I was in the shower just now when this memory popped into my head…
A few hundred meters away out in the open sea there was a giant yacht, it’s windows glowing in the pre-dusk sea, where a few hundred rich people were probably partying on board. Behind us were steep rocks, a small gate we probably trespassed to get here, and behind that, the richest small city and country in the world, Monaco. The water was cold and salty. We had been hitchhiking and fare-dodging for 27 hours, we were sweaty and stinky and there we were, our naked asses exposed in the open, trying to wash ourselves in the sea.
Some Italians watched us from above, amused. I wonder if there are pictures on the internet. It was the 2003 Formula One Grand Prix weekend, and the place was filled with tourists. Some were the filthy rich, most were just visiting from neighboring Italy, 2 were us who didn’t know where we’d sleep that night.
We did find a place to sleep, in a nice passageway that leads to a parking place, just outside a small theatre that shows “The Monaco Story”. Too bad it was too cold to sleep outside in the Mediterranean air.
What a great weekend that was. Some day I’m going to write the full story… ah, someday.
