I'm baaaaaack!!!
Hey everyone (who reads this)!!!
FINALLY returned from my nut job of a trip...I dunno, it just wasn't really what I expected.
Of course I got left in the airport in London...the group that was there decided to leave after only waiting 20 minutes after my flight (which came in 2 hours late anyway) came in. I finally got a hold of one of the leaders' wives. I bitched her out (naturally 0:)) and had her reimburse me for the train ride to the hotel. Of course I was with someone else, but he was a fuckin' fool and didn't know a damn thing, so he was just like, the annoying one asking me all these questions in which he should have known the answers to. He was a DRUNK the second we got into the airport. And the rest of the night made me decide that I wasn't going to hang w/ him at all during the trip.
Brussels SUCKED ASS!!! EVERYONE, and I really mean EVERYONE on the trip HATED it. I dunno, maybe it was the culture shock or something. We were kinda just thrown into this new area and it looked really really dirty (also by all the strip joints and naughty stores). The stupid fool that I traveled with bought himself a lapdance that cost him around 200 Euro...and he spent another 100 on champagne and tips. Rolls eyes...wow his parents produced a winner there!
The tour of Bruges was nice. VERY nice scenery and the small shops were kinda cool.
I got fuckin' food poisoning....now here's where it gets graphic, so if u don't wanna read, then u can scroll outta this part.
After a nite of getting somewhat drunk, I woke up at 3:30 in the morning w/ a really bad pain in my stomach. I had the shits. Ok fine, whatever, it's all good....WRONG. I had them all day. And again and again and again. Ok, not cool...TOTALLY not cool. The last nite in brussels ended as we were traveling to paris. In that transit, we stopped in Reims to visit the champagne company. Yeah, I had to present some info. Couldn't fully enjoy the 3 glasses of champagne we taste-tested as i had to run to the bathroom 3 times to expel the runs. So we get into paris. The mext morning u would think i was ok...wrong. I decided not to go to the business meeting that day because lo and behold I started to crap out blood...yes, blood. So i'm freaking out calling my mom crying to her that I don't know what's wrong with me and I thought I was dying and I just wanted to go home. Paris' trip ended (not the kind of time I wanted to have there) and my shits were over (thank God.) Oh yeah, one of the girls broke her foot. Ouchie.
Avignon was a nice stop. We basically jus stopped there so we could have a coach breather to Nice. Oh and by the way, ALL of us students were NOT happy w/ the fact that one of the leaders' sons brought his whole family including 3 screaming brats the whole way ON THE COACH WITH US!!! We thought they were only going to stay with us to italy...uhh no they stayed the rest of the trip. Yeah, if i knew I was going to have to endure hours of crying babies i would NOT have shelled out 6 grand for this. Ohhhh IBS will be getting a letter of complaint from many of us.
I'll entail you with the other half at a later date...i'm about to crash.
FINALLY returned from my nut job of a trip...I dunno, it just wasn't really what I expected.
Of course I got left in the airport in London...the group that was there decided to leave after only waiting 20 minutes after my flight (which came in 2 hours late anyway) came in. I finally got a hold of one of the leaders' wives. I bitched her out (naturally 0:)) and had her reimburse me for the train ride to the hotel. Of course I was with someone else, but he was a fuckin' fool and didn't know a damn thing, so he was just like, the annoying one asking me all these questions in which he should have known the answers to. He was a DRUNK the second we got into the airport. And the rest of the night made me decide that I wasn't going to hang w/ him at all during the trip.
Brussels SUCKED ASS!!! EVERYONE, and I really mean EVERYONE on the trip HATED it. I dunno, maybe it was the culture shock or something. We were kinda just thrown into this new area and it looked really really dirty (also by all the strip joints and naughty stores). The stupid fool that I traveled with bought himself a lapdance that cost him around 200 Euro...and he spent another 100 on champagne and tips. Rolls eyes...wow his parents produced a winner there!
The tour of Bruges was nice. VERY nice scenery and the small shops were kinda cool.
I got fuckin' food poisoning....now here's where it gets graphic, so if u don't wanna read, then u can scroll outta this part.
After a nite of getting somewhat drunk, I woke up at 3:30 in the morning w/ a really bad pain in my stomach. I had the shits. Ok fine, whatever, it's all good....WRONG. I had them all day. And again and again and again. Ok, not cool...TOTALLY not cool. The last nite in brussels ended as we were traveling to paris. In that transit, we stopped in Reims to visit the champagne company. Yeah, I had to present some info. Couldn't fully enjoy the 3 glasses of champagne we taste-tested as i had to run to the bathroom 3 times to expel the runs. So we get into paris. The mext morning u would think i was ok...wrong. I decided not to go to the business meeting that day because lo and behold I started to crap out blood...yes, blood. So i'm freaking out calling my mom crying to her that I don't know what's wrong with me and I thought I was dying and I just wanted to go home. Paris' trip ended (not the kind of time I wanted to have there) and my shits were over (thank God.) Oh yeah, one of the girls broke her foot. Ouchie.
Avignon was a nice stop. We basically jus stopped there so we could have a coach breather to Nice. Oh and by the way, ALL of us students were NOT happy w/ the fact that one of the leaders' sons brought his whole family including 3 screaming brats the whole way ON THE COACH WITH US!!! We thought they were only going to stay with us to italy...uhh no they stayed the rest of the trip. Yeah, if i knew I was going to have to endure hours of crying babies i would NOT have shelled out 6 grand for this. Ohhhh IBS will be getting a letter of complaint from many of us.
I'll entail you with the other half at a later date...i'm about to crash.