Sean Lennon Day 12, Travel to Corsica...

We got up early and hopped on the bus. And drove, and drove, and drove... stopped for some really bad rest stop food (I threw out the sandwich after 2 bites) and drove, and drove, and drove... And we got to Orly airport just outside Paris. Then we waited. And waited and waited to check in. Then we got on the plane and let a total cowboy fly us to Corsica.

Once landed, we were told it was impossible to find food, it was 11pm and we were starving from the travel all day. But, somehow, a little golden nugget found its way into our lives. One of the guys that picked us up had a friend that owned a restaurant in town (we're in Bastia) and he made arrangements for them to stay open for us. And it was amazing, a great meal, really nice people, a really good time overall. We returned to the hotel, quite late at this point, and finally crashed. And so begins our week on the island.