HI!
Bare emotional goodbyes at St. Pancras this morning! Hopped on the Eurostar to Paris which was fairly hassle-free :) get to Paris Gare du Nord and need to get a taxi to Paris Gare de Lyon for my connecting train to Clermont-Ferrand.
Some bloke offers me a taxi (key word here being 'taxi') and escorts me to a motorbike??? Oh sure. Never been on one before but decide that the driver is jokes and it could potentially be banter so I hop on in my sexy helmet and size-million jacket. It actually turns out to be complete bants and we have a pretty decent franglais conversation which suits me fine.
Get to Gare de Lyon, am pleased to discover that French people know what real coffee is. Spill it (everywhere) and give some monies to some bloke who allegedly works for a charity pour les handicapés.
Have FINALLY got to my dodgey wee hotel in Thiers! Free wifi which is sweeet but no light in my room? Not as in the light doesn't work, as in... There isn't one?? You win some, you lose some I guess.
Anyway, gonna go in search of food now (literally feel like Che Guevara).
ONE LOVE X
P.S. This is me mentioning Vicky. And mes autres homeboiiisss.
RépondreSupprimer1) as if you got a taxi from the gare du nord to the gare de lyon, it is two traing stops you lazy mare!
RépondreSupprimer2) you actually got on one of those taxis? muahaha. the man who offered me a "taximoto" when i arrived looked like an illegal immigrant, so I swiftly replied "NARR MATE". I think you're cooler than me :(
3) no light in your room means you don't have to look at your face.
in all, fairly awesome blog you got there darrrlin!
Sam xx