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Published: December 8th 2005
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Mad French Parking
Seriously, these cars were never going to get out of this park! Plane Ticket: $2000
Train Ticket: $350
Accomodation: $30
Lauren Getting Hit by a French Chick on a Bike: Priceless
No really, it happened. One thing that we have learnt about the French since we have been here is that they are not only addicted to small cars, but are also generally mad, and have no desire whatsoever to obey general rules (whether it be openly smoking while standing under a no smoking sign, or driving on the footpath - i shit you not). Hence being hit by a bike - although I was drifting off, she definitely hit me, and then didn't even check to see if I was okay (which I was after I got over the fact that I GOT HIT BY A BIKE!) Parking is a complete nightmare here, and it seems to be a game that the French play where they check how many tiny cars they can fit into one designated car parking spot. Generally we've noticed that two is about as many as they can. It perplexes us as to how they then get out of the parks, as they are parked bumper to bumper, as you can see in our wonderful picture to
More Bizzare parking...
We just don't understand! the right. Only in France.
We have also begun a classification system for French people, and have narrowed them down to three categories:
1: The extremely rude who avoid eye contact at all costs
2: The rude, but who will under duress deign to help you out - all the while making you feel like muck
and
3: The genuinely helpful, who go out of their way to try to speak English to you and give you a hand when you need it.
Unfortunately, the third category are few and far between. Two French ladies who helped us work out the bus, and the French guy who works at Le Chicken Box are notable entries into category number 3. They were lovely.
Le Chicken Box: A generally divey little fast food place, that unsuprisingly serves chicken, located just down the road from the place where we are staying, and as such very handy. The guy who works there, while being nice, is like all French people a nicotine addict, who smoked not only in the shop, but while preparing our food - Bizzare. It happens everywhere in France though.
Bordeaux is a generally nice place and definitely
Jak and Loz
Looking good...well, kinda. better than Paris. We are staying at a really nice hostelm and though there isn't really that much to do here, we're using the time to relax, recharge and reflect on our time in France as we head off tomorrow for the warmer climate and tomato based food products of Italy. Speaking of food, which is pretty much all we speak of over here - Jacki and I are addicted to French bread (it's so crunchy on the outside and light and fluffy on the inside) - we went out for dinner last night at a cafe where you get 5 different dishes which you choose from a list. We each chose different ones, and if we liked what we saw then we'd have a taste. The Dish of the Day was some sort of vegetable quiche that Jacki ordered - unaware of its real contents. With the first bite I took I knew that the seemingly innocent looking quiche contained at least one thing - Chevre, the cheesy bane of our existence in France. I didn't want another bite, but Jacki kept insisting that it was just rich cream - until she got a mouthfull of the stuff and
Jak and Loz again.
We know you can't get enough almost spewed at the table. Ha ha ha. On the other side of the equation, Bordeaux really does do excellent wine.
We decided that we were sick of looking like bag people in our hideous winter clothing, so we got as dolled up as we could with our limited supply of clothes. After being subjected all day while we were shopping to the fact that most French girls are size 8 or less, the fact that someone called out a declaration of love for me ("You captivate me!" Ha ha ha!) - made us feel a little better.
And now...
5 Things We've Learnt! * People on trains are generally luggage rack hogs. This means that you must board the train early to avoid having to traipse up and down the carriage looking for a small space in which to fit your giant backpack.
* Orangina, despite it's proclamation of being delicious, is most certainly not.
* Lauren has a nose for Chevre - she can spot and avoid it a mile away.
* Even though we haven't bought anything, our backpacks seem to be getting both fuller and heavier - is this some sort of
Lauren tastes Orangina
A purely French phenomena, and faintly disgusting. Also, "Orangina"?? trick?
* It is imperative that before you cross the street, you look both ways. Twice.
Seeing as how you all miss us so much, we've decided to give you all a bunch of pictures of us - exactly what we know you all wanted.
Make sure to comment people, we like to know that we're missed.
Until Italy and next time:
Jak and Loz signing out xxxooo
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jackson
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miss u maybe
umm i admit B was right absolutly funny i can actually see lauren getting hit by a bike and jacki to spaced out to notice straight away but u are missing one thing lauren something u promised. miss u all love jack