last night totally owned. We woke up at 3:45am to shower and get ready for Paris. I ran around the block to get my blood pumping. it was quiet and peaceful, and the sun was setting. after the quick shower, the taxi picked us up at 4:30am. we got dropped at the waterloo station around central Londres. lol I ended up getting pulled to the side and searched, and so was my bag (maybe it was my beard) because Faraaz's bag along with everyone elses went through fine.
We got ourselfs some cheap breakfast and Costa cafe, and a typical tourist guide to Paris. We boarded the Eurostar very excited and pumped knowing we would be in Paris in just 2 and a half hours. we pulled out the map and circled our destination. first being Stade de France. I went on for about 30 mins before I fell asleep on my seat.
It was so awsome just stepping out of the train. everything around us was in a totally different language. Everyone was speaking something we had no clue of. it totally rocked though. Greeted in French our journey began. we were lucky anough that the majority spoke english lol. I dont know where to start right now.
The subway system was very...hmm lets say exegerated lol. there was double decker subway trains, and double the coaches we see back in England. stations posted every 500 square meter with each other.
those tiny specs up at the arch, are people!. thats how huge it is
We took our first trip to Stade de France, I guess it was one of Faraaz's dream or something..It wasnt bad, it wasnt my thing though. We bought individual tour tickets in french, we followed the mob outside the stadiums museum because we simply didnt know any better lol. half-way through the tour, we discovered we boarded the wrong one!. lol the tour lady started speaking to us in French and she told us we were suppost to be with another group :-p, but the hell with it anyways. we were already 15 mins into the tour.
I have to say though, the most exciting point of the tour, was when the doors to the changing room were opened. Im not into soccer much, but it was a pretty exciting feeling sitting down on the bench where there was once a great bunch of players on. knowing that they were once in the presence.
we headed down for lunch now. Faraaz like always was a bit too picky about his food choices. so we lost some time there. We dined in at the Le Deville, a mile off the Arch of Triumph. about 4-6 times bigger than our great Marble Arch here. we did some quick shopping and headed towards the eiffel tower. it started to rain and thunderstorm, after dodging the raininess, we just gave in and soaked ourselfs.
People treated us pretty equal, I found the French of my stay very pleasent. Most spoke English and didnt mind helping us at all with instructions, some even went a few extra steps to draw us maps and get us translators and things. I loved my stay, hope to be back in my next trip to Europe. Its a place you really must see with your own eyes, I cant really describe it. it fucking rocked though!
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