And here it is, Marseille part deux. So, where was I? Ah yes, I had broken the back of The Mountains de Les Calanques like a twig over my strapping, manly thigh. In other words, Saturday day-time was completely written off due to my inability to walk, or indeed to move at all. I lounged in the hostel courtyard, begging passers-by for mercy and margaritas, neither of which materialised. But, much to the dismay of my limbs, evening rolled around, and I had promise...

Gosh, bus stations sure are delightful... And I've just realised I'm sitting alone in a dark space, amongst quite an intimidating crowd with my very expensive gadget lit up in my hands. Maybe I'll continue this when I'm safely on the bus... Tah-dah! And on that lovely image, time for my next update! Welcome to my experience of Marseille, which as I may have pointed out before, is the Liverpool of southern France (if Liverpool were sunny, and had good food)...