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Paris: Day 1
July 29th, 2007 at 15:55
We’ve just got to Paris after a long train journey. Its quite exciting being in France, as its just like being in Britain, but slightly different. For example, the font and kerning on road signs are slightly different, and everyone speaks a weird nonsense language in place of English.
The journey was mostly flawless, apart from a couple of moments.
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On the Eurostar, I went to use the toilet. After using the toilet I attempted to wash my hands – I pressed the button on the sink expecting water to come out – instead, it covered my hands in soap. I then pressed the other button on the sink, and it produced hot air… Where was the water? I went back to my seat half-assuming that it must have been some sort of gel that combines both the soap and the water parts, only to discover after another passenger pointed it out that for some inexplicable reason, the sink was operated by a foot pedal. It was a bit embarrassing.
When we got to Paris and had to negotiate the Paris metro. We spent around fifteen minutes faffing about with a ticket machine like only awful foreigners can, only to buy the wrong tickets. It’s slightly embarrassing walking up to a ticket barrier, confidently putting your ticket into the machine, carrying a couple of large heavy bags, only to walk into an immobile turnstyle. The woman at the ticket desk was quite dismissive when we asked her “what le fuck?” – she pointed out that our tickets were only valid from tomorrow. This wasn’t a problem with our translation, as it was written in numerals… we just didn’t know what day of the week it was.
But we’re in the hotel now and we’re trying to figure out what to do this evening. The other looming problem is that despite booking a triple room there is only two beds. I’m going to have the bunk bed I think, and JD and Fundar will have to share. This isn’t only to make it less weird, but it means that if the bunk bed collapses under our adult weights, my face won’t be crushed.
More soon.
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