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Although it's quite a while ago that I was in Oz, I stil just quickly want to tell about the last days. Not because I like writing about my life that much, but just because the last days were pretty amazing. After a short (Australian standards: 4 hours) busride, Julia and I arrived in Missionbeach where we got picked up by the shutlle of our hostel. One at reception the owner asked wether we were friends and wanted to be in the room. I started laughing and said yes, as we already ...
... large, go by metro as often as you can, otherwise your feet starts hurt soon.
Going further in this unknown city I don’t feel as "not belonging here" and it seams to me as I’m not in any unknown city. Of course it’s different, of course they don’t understand you (even if you speak in English or whatever different language than French), but still… for me it’s the same as being in London or at home in Prague.
Our hosts, Rene and Martin are waiting for us. They speak broken English and are just about the most adorable French couple you could imagine. Thank God JP can get by with his French. It was just enough to allow us to laugh and share together for about an hour, as they gave us a tour of their perfectly charming houseboat equipped with everything we could possibly need.
After napping for a few hours (we were ...
... grand boulevards and winding through tiny alleys, we walked.
Some of our Paris was the Paris of tourists. We admired the splendid architecture of Nôtre Dame and the view from the terrace of Sacré Coeur - though long line-ups discouraged us from entering the former and we stubbornly climbed the 220 steps to the latter rather than wimping out on the funicular with the less hardy souls. (Hey, we may be over 60 - but we're still 17 ...
... to figure out where the tour office is in relation to the tower train station. The train finally arrives & three stops later we bolt out of the station & up the stairs. French people walk so slow & don't like moving out of the way. We have to keep remembering to walk on the opposite side up & down stairs & the street. They drive on the other side of the road and the steering wheels in the cars are on the opposite side to our cars. With Grant still reading ...