I fell

We'd been heading to Albania, but had to cancel this particular convoy.

So we decided to use the ferry anyway and go to see Monte Carlo.

But first, we were going to meet an Australian girl who'd been abandoned by her friend while back-packing: in Paris. On her birthday!

We arranged to meet at the base of the Eiffel Tower at 5pm on the day we arrived. And after standing around looking like loonies holding up signs (written upside-down so she'd understand them, of course), we found her!

It turned out that she'd been fine though; rescued by some nice Finnish folks from her hostel.

We ended up following them around the Netherlands instead — partly because of a festival we all liked the sound of, "ParkPop", near Den Haag.

Also caught a great festival in the streets of Paris around Bastille Day, had lunch bought for us by the chief of police (in person), and also went to see Milosovich in Den Haag and met (and hung out and travelled with) the marvellous youth wing of the Dutch Socialist Party!