Day 2 - Starting Busabout in Paris

Here I am, officially started on Busabout! I am currently driving through France, about three hours outside of Paris.

So, the night before I left London was pretty brutal. Already pissed off about Robbie belonging to another (and, of course, I now consider him the love of my life), I went to my room where my silly, immature roomies were packing. They had to leave to catch a flight at 4:20 this morning, so they didn't want to sleep at all. I tried to sleep despite the lights being on and them having pillow fights, but they were so loud and so annoying. I nearly told them to leave the room or else shut up, but of course I said nothing. Finally, I got to sleep.

I'm not on the same bus with Belinda, but I met up with her and her boyfriend, Paul, on the ferry. I exchanged my pounds for euros (great: now I have 900 euros on me!).

When we arrived in Paris, it was a short walk to the Hotel Andre Gil. The rooms were hysterically tiny and the beds were super close together. I dropped my stuff off and headed out to meet Belinda. I met a guy on the street and it turned out his brother owned the restaurant Belinda and I were meeting at, La Marmite, so he walked me there, gave Belinda and I a free wine/liqueur concoction, and then his phone number (we clearly weren't going to call, but it might've been fun).

So, Belinda and Paul (a very hyper and outgoing guy) had made some friends on the bus so we had dinner with them. I split a HUGE salad with a girl named Kim. One of the guys there was named Dan, a hilarious, big guy who will likely be my travel companion for a qhile as we're going the same way. I won't bother specifying that they're all Aussie anymore, because everyone is.

We decided to split a bottle of Absinthe, and we headed up a crazily long staircase to Sacre Coeur, a beautiful church on a hill where we sat on the steps and had an awesome view of the city. A guy next to us played guitar, and we drank absinthe and laughed and looked at the sparkly Eiffel Tower, and I kept counting my blessings that I was having this kind of night.

We debated going to find the Eiffel Tower, but I was already a little drunk so I decided to go home. The room was definitely spinning when I lied down, so I was dreading this morning, but it wasn't too bad. I had a croissant and an orange juice, and when we boarded the bus I got to sleep for a few hours. At our first rest-stop, I had to pee standing up ... (not a fun experience, but a great photo op).

We're currently on the bus en route to Pamplona via San Sebastian, and the boys are already into their fourth bottle of wine (crazy Aussies).

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