i return from my travels
Bonjour! Thats the only god damn French i can be bothered to know today and after the week I've just had in France to be honest with you, I really don't wanna go back.....EVER!!
So I left England probably about 11am and lost Orange UK about an hour after that - damn the 40p per text message that cost me.So its 1pm Frog time, and i'm really wanting to go home. ALREADY! We've only just landed in Calais. We arrived in Paris some 4 hours later to this hotel in the middle of the Paris gettho were marriages must happen regularly cos every other shop sold wedding dresses. Then we went up to this church, 220 steps i climbed, made the steps in Covent Garden Underground look like nothing, at the top i had a ambulance with Oxygen waiting!!
Later, after 'dinner' and much wine smuggleing on board, we went down the River Seine, but we were all drunk - at least we though it was warm! i have been told by our teachers it was cold.
The following day, we went shopping in Paris. As we walked down the street, over the road i spied a Haagen-Diaz, so on the way back up me and Amy decided to drop in and have some ice cream, but there was one problem - we bloody lost the shop, maybe its only visable from the other side of the road, or its a mirage for people in need of chocolate ice cream - whatever it was, we were both confused.
Then it was up the Effiel Tower, man that thing is high, so i came straight back down again. Okay let me get this straight, heights i'm fine with, tall open aired bulidings that sway in the wind, i'm NOT fine with.
Then its back on the Bus and another 5 hours to get to Futuroscope, a cinema theme park - but i'll tell you about that laters. We get there and the French sevre us up with READY? A garden in a bowl, some strange pasta thing that was held together with cold tomato puree and solid cheese sauce, then a dessert that we ended up using as a drinking challenge to only the bravest - if i send you my final video footage you will witness it on the video.
Then its back to our rooms to chill out. We're all sat in one room drinking Vodka and Randy Andy is hitting on anything that moves i'm pretty sure if all the girls refused him he would have moved on to the boys. Rather entertainingly, he ended up on the floor after i kneed him in the balls for pinning me to the bed. SUCKER - i did warn him.
Then after curfew, Amy and Amanda sneek into the lads room, and decided to come back at 5.30am. The other girl in our room was awake when they come back and i was sleeping, but did she let them in like any decent friend? NO... she wanted to get them into trouble. Luckly they woke me, and a massive arugement ensured between me and Emma, thus secureing her position as most hated.
Of course rather entertainingly, in the course of the night, the lads decided to knock on all the girls doors, and accidently knocked on Steve and Kim's door (Kim is a guy), there both the teachers.
The following morning we all get ready to go to Futuroscope, and wow what a crappy place - why couldn't we have gone to DisneyLand?
That evening gave way to some rather amusing events, after getting drunk in Poitiers, we all decided to go to La Fiesta. Bulk buying our drinks, we must have knocked back about 10 shots in half an hour. Coming back down the hill, in time for our curfew we are met by a rather angery looking Steve, who tells us to get to bed and we're banned from going to the following nights outing to La Fiesta.
The following evening, after handing in my workbook with graciously ends - 'I like Space Station 3D because Tom Cruise narrated it' we all get dressed up, figuring it to be the last night and we're mostly banned, we all go hang out in Room 29, with there modified windows, to receive the guys who have enough heart to bring us down booze. About 11pm, after discovering the people already at La Fiesta were boring farts, we're all requested to go and add a bit off life. But theres been a problem - someone has ben caught sneaking booze into Room 32. But that had nothing to do with us!
Finally in La Fiesta seeing how badly the goodies have performed, we think of the best way to piss off the french and here is how it work...
Give me a S - W - I - N - D - O - N, but this doesn't work - the French join in - we're not having that either. So rather amusingly we all yell to the tune of a footie song 'Angleterre' which to the non french speakes means 'Enlgand' Then its back to our Swindon song.
Thats all the best bits, notice how i have not metioned the park, food or my other room mate!
Au Revior, je ne pas parle francais, tu peux parle en anglais?