So I'm back in the Southern hemisphere, and here I am, not sleeping even though I'm exhausted. Jetlag's a bitch, and we all know it. So while I sit here and wait for my last 'Boots' purchase for a while (sleeping pills) to kick in I'll write this.
I accidentally took the wrong backpack off the turnstile when I arrived. It was the same make and colour, and I only realised as I was standing at a parking meter as my friend was paying for parking that my backpack wasn't as full as I had made it. The owner of the backpack had in fact done the same thing, taken my bag through customs and only realised on the other end too. It all worked out okay in the end and luckily the bag I took through customs wasn't full of cocaine or anything, or if it was they didn't find it.
My last stop before heading back to London to get my flight back home was Paris and I was really excited about going there. I went to Paris when I was about 5, and I remember thinking that it was very dirty and remembering the time when my dad tried to order hot chocolates but ended up getting chocolate crepes. I also remember being absolutely mesmerised by Notre Dame and the big purple stained glass windows.
This time, to be honest, when I first arrived I didn't like it very much. I arrived with my folks at Gare Du Nord on the Eurostar and we got the train to Gare du Lyon. The metro is dirty and smells like pee. It also gives that vibe of you're going to get pickpocketed. Compared to London where most of the tube stations are very clean and I don't feel like I'm going to get robbed it felt quite kind of... yuck. But.. within two days I really did love it.
There is a charm to Paris. The weather was pretty awful while I was there, getting to -5 degrees, but it's just such a beautiful city.
I accidentally took the wrong backpack off the turnstile when I arrived. It was the same make and colour, and I only realised as I was standing at a parking meter as my friend was paying for parking that my backpack wasn't as full as I had made it. The owner of the backpack had in fact done the same thing, taken my bag through customs and only realised on the other end too. It all worked out okay in the end and luckily the bag I took through customs wasn't full of cocaine or anything, or if it was they didn't find it.
My last stop before heading back to London to get my flight back home was Paris and I was really excited about going there. I went to Paris when I was about 5, and I remember thinking that it was very dirty and remembering the time when my dad tried to order hot chocolates but ended up getting chocolate crepes. I also remember being absolutely mesmerised by Notre Dame and the big purple stained glass windows.
This time, to be honest, when I first arrived I didn't like it very much. I arrived with my folks at Gare Du Nord on the Eurostar and we got the train to Gare du Lyon. The metro is dirty and smells like pee. It also gives that vibe of you're going to get pickpocketed. Compared to London where most of the tube stations are very clean and I don't feel like I'm going to get robbed it felt quite kind of... yuck. But.. within two days I really did love it.
There is a charm to Paris. The weather was pretty awful while I was there, getting to -5 degrees, but it's just such a beautiful city.
