Adventures in France

I am in Northern Spain with a girl I met working on a farm in France. Her name is Ida and she is like a Swedish Brandy – for those of you who don’t know Brandy is my crazy wonderful bestie. We had plans to travel to Portugal together to go to Boom music festival, but it has sold out. Ida bought her ticket in January so she is going to go, and I am now trying to come up with a plan B (and trying not to cry with disappointment).

I have been without Internet for awhile, so I am a bit behind with the blog. Anyway,  here are some more stories from my time in France.

I loved Paris – apparently France lets people have working holiday visas up until the age of 35, so I am thinking of moving there and delaying adulthood a little bit longer.

I did a lot of the typical tourist stuff-

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This Mona Lisa sheila better be worth it!

This Mona Lisa sheila better be worth it!

I waited in line, in the rain, for over two hours to get into The Lourve, but I am glad I went.

The main attraction of course, is The Mona Lisa. There was, as there apparently always is, a crowd of people pushing there way to the front to see her. Most people were more interested in taking a photo of the Mona Lisa and a selfie in front of The Mona Lisa, rather than just having a good look at the worlds most famous painting.

While I waited all I could hear was,

“Oh my god, what is taking so long?”

“Come on people, just take your photo and move.”

“It’s those Asians, they are taking so long! Hurry up Asians!”

“Asians can’t live with ’em, can’t live without ’em”

“Who says you can’t live without ’em?”

“Oh gawd hurry, I need my selfie!!!!!!”

Really? Rude and racist, what a charming combination.

Imagine if The Lourve banned cameras and you had to actually just walk around and enjoy yourself?

I did take a few photos though.

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My favourite part of Paris was the Montmartre area, where the Sacre-Coeure is located.

I accidentally deleted some photos, so here is one I borrowed from the internet.

I accidentally deleted some photos, so here is one I borrowed from the internet.

 

As I was walking through the streets of Montmarte, a French man started talking to me. He seemed nice enough and I thought it might be fun to chat with a local so I agreed to have a wine with him. We ended up getting a bottle and drinking it in the park.

Unfortunately, this is not the beginning of a Paris love story.

We sat and talked and within about 20 minutes he decided I was “beautiful, wonderful Oh Mon Cherie!”

He grabbed my hand in his.

“Oh my bizzarre  hair girl.”

I sort of smiled awkwardly and gently pulled my hand away. He was a nice enough bloke, but I had no interest in being his ‘bizzarre hair girl.” I drank some more wine and shoved some cheese in my mouth so he wouldn’t think of kissing me. I tried to think of a polite excuse to leave.

“Oh I want to know you,”

Oh, want to leave.

When he grabbed my arm and kissed it like Gomez Adams would Morticia, it was time for me to go.

Despite that experience, I could have stayed in Paris a lot longer, but my bank account said otherwise.

I headed south to a town called Montlucon. Thinking it might be fun to stay with a local, I hit up a few people on Couchsurfing. One lady got back to me to let me know I could stay at her place, she wasn’t actually going to be there, but no worries, the front door is unlocked.

I arrived at 9 0’clock at night and felt a bit like a burglar as I let myself into her empty flat. It was a bit weird and I was nervous to touch anything, but very kind of her to give me a place to stay for the night.

From Montlucon I headed to a little farm called Rapato and hung out with these people,

Some of the great people I met in Rapato

Some of the great people I met in Rapato

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My home for 11

Life on Rapato is a whole other story so it’ll have to wait for another blog post.

England, Scotland, Paris.

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Stonehenge in the evening, as you can see there were heaps of people.

Things have definitely picked up for me here after the fizzer that was my time in Sri Lanka.

When I first arrived in the UK I went on a road trip with my friend Jim. We headed down to Stonehenge for the summer solstice festival, which is the same day as my birthday. It is the one time of year you are allowed to go in and touch the stones and it was pretty incredible.

One dick-head climbed up on top of one and danced around, then fell asleep for a couple of hours. He got a lot of boooos from the crowd, and when he got down he was arrested.

In the morning we watched the sunrise. There was a bunch of Hari Krishnas dancing and singing around the stones, so I joined them. Probably the first and last time I will begin a birthday dancing around Stonehenge at sunrise with a bunch of Hari Krishnas.

Love this photo taken at night on a fancy setting.

Love this photo taken at night on a fancy setting.

After Stonehenge we travelled around to Poole, York, Whitby and Leeds. I saw more of England in a few days than I did in the 18 months I lived there.

 

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Street in York.

 

Next stop was Scotland where it was a “Classy Broads” reunion.

 

Bec and I in Vietnam a couple of years ago.  Just a pair of Classy Broads!

Bec and I in Vietnam a couple of years ago. Just a pair of Classy Broads!

 

I headed up there for Bec’s wedding. I met her new husband for the first time and he is awesome and lovely and they both made me feel very welcome.

We had a pre-wedding party where apparently at one point I threw up in my hand, looked at one of the bridesmaids and said,

“I just threw up in my hand, are we still friends forever?”

The next day everyone kept telling me how funny I was, I thought, “Really? I don’t remember a thing.”

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She started giggling during the ceremony and that made Davie burst out laughing so Bec burst out laughing, then we were all laughing including the celebrant. I told Bec that I have seen brides get teary during the ceremony, but she’s the first I’ve seen go “Bahahahahahahhahahaha”.

I REALLY wanted that bouquet.

I REALLY wanted that bouquet.

But it wasn't to be

But it wasn’t to be

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I think it is clear I am NEVER going to get married.

I think it is clear I am NEVER going to get married.

I think Bec and I drove her husband Davie mad for the few days I was there. He said it was like we would have normal conversations, but with the volume turned right up.

Love this photo from the wedding. I think it is how Davie felt a lot of the time I was staying there!

Love this photo from the wedding. I think it is how Davie felt a lot of the time I was staying there!

After Scotland I headed to Liverpool and then Bath to see some old girlfriends I originally met in Butterfly Valley all those years ago!

Walking with Hannah and her dogs in the beautiful woods near her house.

Walking with Hannah and her dogs in the beautiful woods near her house.

I am now in Paris. Last night I went out with a fellow blogger, the gorgeous and fun Lily from J’taime? Me Neither. We have been reading each others blogs for awhile and it was fantastic seeing the city with a local.

It started with wine and a cheese platter

It started with wine and a cheese platter

And ended in an underground nightclub.

And ended in an underground nightclub.

I am trying to be all chic and classy while I am here, but on the way to meet Lily I fell over backwards very awkwardly and in slow-motion and had to be caught and helped up by some lady commuters. As usual after a big night I ended up drunk and barefoot at 3am trying to hail a cab. I am just massive dag where ever I go.

Trying to be all chic and Parisian, but my inner bogan always shines through.

Trying to be all chic and Parisian, but my inner bogan always shines through.