There is high speed internet access here, but no way to connect to it. The wireless router is locked down tight and no one seems to have the passwords. So I have a bunch of awesome pics and stories to post, but they are stuck on my computer. No way am I going to try to move them to Michael’s PC then use a web interface to get them up here. Nope.

 So… perhaps I’ll find a wireless cafe in Munich or Berlin. Certainly in London at Sean’s house (assuming he e-mails me back to confirm he will be there ahem omg).

 Anyway… Entrecasteaux is fan-fucking-tabulous. It’s all about food, and sitting in the sunshine, and wandering through a village with bits dating back to the roman empire.

 I’m going to go drink some wine on the patio overlooking the village, then we are heading to so-and-so’s house who has a gran piano. Ellen is a monster pianist, and Roy is going to do a rare recital.