Our intrepid travellers find a free home in the hills above Cannes and fail to impress the people of St Tropez before losing a member of the gang in Marseille.
There was a perfect end to the evening in La Croisette as Hanno, Jamie, David and Max ventured up into the hills above Cannes and stumbled across an empty villa.
OK, it wasn’t exactly legal to move in for the night but the lads decided that after nights of sleeping under canvas the pleasure of having a roof over their heads, plus grape vines, plum trees and space to move was too good to pass up.
And when a neighbour came to investigate why the villa was suddenly occupied, the explanation of how they hadn’t slept enough in the last days, let alone eaten very much, was enough to persuade the neighbour not to call for the gendarmes.
After a breakfast of plums and grapes, the boys left their new-found mansion and drove to St Tropez. They had high hopes. After all, this is the Millionaire’s Playground of the Côte d’Azur. Surely there was easy money to be made from the Tropezians?
As Michael Caine drove past them, they decided to try their luck again. If Cannes could provide a free villa, surely St Tropez could furnish them with a yacht for the night? After all, there were dozens at anchor in the picturesque harbour.
But try as they might – offering free rap shows, offering to do the laundry, the washing up, anything, for a bit of quality yacht time and a glass of champagne – they utterly failed.
Instead they went to play on the beach promenade – which proved to be another failure. While a few passers-by stopped to listen, hardly any reached into their pockets to buy a CD or a t-shirt. After all, millionaires don’t become millionaires by spending hard cash on CDs!
Plus they had competition: right next to them, a breakdance group were putting on a great show: pumping beats, fascinating moves and energy.
And if you can’t beat them, join them. Our boys provided the music and the dancers provided the show to make for a memorable evening. The breakdancers were even able to show the lads to a stretch of private beach where they could make their home for the night.
The next stop was Marseille. You couldn’t ask for a greater contrast as the glitterati of St Tropez gave way to the established Hip Hop scene and urban spaces of the bustling port town.
Given Marseille’s reputation for crime, our heroes were a little nervous of what might be in store for them, so they stuck to the tried-and-tested routine of giving free rap shows on the beach promenade.
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But one member of the gang had more important things on his mind: ever since David had left Pontarlier for a night with his girlfriend in Lausanne, he had been thinking about leaving the tour to spend more time with her. Having had a long-distance relationship for five years, spending the holidays together is important to David. Travelling through Europe for 39 days was stopping them from doing exactly that.
So that night in David came to the decision that it was time to go. In the morning, the lads took David to the railway station, paid his train fare and, with what little money they had left, drove off toward the Pyrenees on the road to Barcelona.
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