There will be no victory toast, yet.?

I went by train into the city centre, because I'm running out of time, and i'd like to make the most of what i've got. I wandered aimlessly around the city centre for a couple of hours, before deciding to have breakfast in what I assume is smack in the city centre itself. I wanted to have a quick breakfast, and with it, my victory glass of wine, apparently though, the Regent, Grand hotel de Bordeaux doesn't serve alcohol at 9.30 in the morning. Well OK. I'll humour their little rule for now, but i'll be back tomorrow night!
Right now I'm on the TGV on my way to Arcachon, where i'll spend one night in a fairly great spot along the coast. According to the tourist information office, sleeping on the beach is highly illegal and not recommended, so I'll take her word for it. Tomorrow i'll go into the city again, to sightsee for real. I'll probably spend that last night in the airport, because the train table to and from Arcachon is not very flexible.
Looking forward to sun bathing and swimming in the sea a bit. Then i'll start planning the trip home.
It is obvious now that the biggest part of the adventure is over, and I'm sure I won't be uploading any topless photos of myself, so i'd like to thank those of you who followed my journey to the end. An especially big thank you goes to each and every driver who stopped (or in some cases turned back) to pick me up. Of course there's Berg Hansen traveling agency, who're making sure I get home safe and sound to friends and family. Thank you for making the return trip as comfortable as possible, and for setting up my return trip for me while I'm headed for the beach. The safety net is set, and I can relax. provided I get back to Bordeaux tomorrow.
A special thank you to my parents, who've stood by worrying about of like parents do, and for the immense support by Maureen, my girlfriend who's been very patient with me while I pursued a dream. Now we'll settle into a new apartment, and start planning for the next adventure: hitch-hiking through Africa with no money or equipment!

That was a joke mum, don't worry;
I'll bring the backpack.