We woke up early and took lots of bread from breakfast to eat on the journey to Nomeh’s. We went via Marseille and stayed in the waiting room (which smelt or piss and bile) for two hours. We met a hobo who spoke little English, but we conversed with him about our travelling, before catching the train to Les Arcs.
We met Nomeh in the station and shopped for food for the weekend. We cooked pizza and Nomeh gave us the tour of the place. There’s 4 “houses,” (which each have a bedroom or two and a kitchen.) a converted caravan which is now been built on and is a music room, the river and the secret weed garden. I’d visited before in February, but you can really appreciate the place in Summer.
We sat with Nomeh’s uncle, Wayne, and had a glass of wine and a spliff before going to the caravan and watched Seb (Nomeh’s boyfriend) and his brother’s (Christophe and Stephan) jam. Lu and I ate figs and then we all had an early night.
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