My Very First Taste of Solo Travel – One Night in Nice

When people ask when I first started travelling solo, I usually tell them it was when I went to Seoul in 2011, where I consciously planned to travel by myself from start to end. But really, I consider the first time I truly had a taste of solo travel to be when I spent my first night overseas on my own in a trip to Nice back in 2007.

An old map of Nice

I was visiting my friend R who was studying in Montpellier at the time, and while she was finishing up her last week of school before we headed to Barcelona, I was left to my own devices most of the time. Most of my time I spent exploring Montpellier, and I even made a day trip out to Toulouse on my own, but Nice would be the first time I would spend a night in a hostel, on my own! It may sound a bit ridiculous to my well travelled readers, but I had always bunked with family or at least one friend up to that point, so it was a bit of a milestone for me.

Here’s an actual excerpt from my journal:

“Quite an interesting experience travelling on my own. Good thing is I’m forced to make decisions about what and how long I want to see things. Bad thing is no one to talk to and take pictures of me!”

That’s me, getting some kind soul to snap a shot of me – the buildings to my left are Vieux Nice, or the old town

I had to pull out the trusty old travel journal to check my memories, and was surprised but how much I both remembered and forgot about this trip. There was a sense of familiarity seeing my own voice on the page, but also some wonder that I ever wrote and experienced some of these things which now seem a little foreign somehow.

My one abiding memory of Nice was that it wasn’t really that nice when I was there! It was all gloomy and raining, nothing at all like the sunny pictures of the French Riviera, and hardly any of the blue that made the Cote d’Azur postcard worthy. All I had was lots of rain and huddling underneath my umbrella trying to stay dry.

Nice - La Prom
A rather wet promenade, or La Prom

A large amount of my time was spent on the Promenade des Anglais, or the Promenade of the English – this is a pretty famous stretch which encircles the Bay of Angels, or Baie des Anges if you prefer, which is the curved bay that you often see portrayed in many photos. I climbed up to the nearby Chateau Hill – all 213 steps – to take in the view.

Nice - Chateau
I climbed up allllllllllll those stairs to where the dome is!
Nice - Bay of Angels
A gloomy day, but a pretty spectacular coastal view of the Bay of Angels nonetheless – my favourite picture of Nice

The bay is also unusual as it was a black pebble beach, and not a typical sandy one. I remember some crazy tourists jumping into the water for a swim while I shivered under my brolly in jeans and a jacket!

Nice - Pebble Beach
Black pebble beach – it’s too cold to be in the water unless you’re a crazy tourist, which I am not

I didn’t do much else, mostly walked around the streets and found a random building or two to duck into when I got tired of getting wet – I ended up in the Theatre de la Photographie et l’image, a small orange building with a gallery of photos. I also popped into the Palais Lascaris at some point, which turns out to be a Musical Instrument museum in a 17th century aristocratic building (here’s the wiki page for an English rundown).

Palais Lascaris
The Palais Lascari was a rather interesting old place with strange baroque design
Peering down the alleyway to Divo Francisco A Paula Charitas
Lots of churches and religious buildings in this town – this was Nice Cathedral
I have no idea where I took this, but it looks kinda cool
I remember taking this in the evening on the way back to the hostel and thinking how tropical this looked

The one strange thing about this trip is that I have no record of what hostel I stayed in, whatsoever. R did the booking for me, and I managed to find the place easily enough, but nowhere in my journal or photos did I record down the name of the place. Odd! I did enjoy my first solo night, even if I was in a shared bunk with 8 beds – there were 3 other girls there with me, all American girls of varying ages, but all more well travelled than I was back then! We spent an hour or two just chitchatting and exchanging file transfer sites and tips, and it was altogether quite a pleasant time. I never got any of their contact numbers though…

Nice - Hostel
Seriously this is the only picture I took of the hostel – that’s my bed and my overnight bag!


I did get myself a magnet to commemorate this first solo trip!

Nice, France
The famous promenade portrayed on a much sunnier day


Getting There

I travelled France mostly by the train system TGV – tickets are quite easy to book online via the scnf website. From Montpellier, you take a train to Marseille and change to one headed for Nice and takes around 5 hours on average. It’s also about an hour away from Monaco, where I would head the next day.

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