Leaving Paris

Trip Start May 25, 2009
Trip End Ongoing

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Flag of France  , Île-de-France,
Friday, September 11, 2009

I have decided to leave Paris, For many reasons. Partly because I am bored of sitting around watching people speak French all day and partly because if I don't do my driving around now I would have to wait until next year and I couldn't stand working in a crappy job like I did last weekend for the rest of the year! So I am off to Germany to try and buy that cheap beetle ive been rambling about or at the very least rent a car for a couple of months. Actually it is looking more like the rental option at the moment. I know some people are going to say that I should get the beetle and what not. The beetle would be great and if I can find one cheap enough from a person that can help me I just might do it. There are a lot of little problems that maybe make it not worth while. Such as, the only way I can legally own one is to get it on export plates (about 200 bucks), which need export plate insurance (about 300 bucks a month) and then I would need to find a somewhat reliable car for around 2000 grand. The problem is I can't find one for anywhere under 3300 grand and i am not sure if there is anyway I can sell the car once I buy it. (let alone buy it!) Issues related to tax and the fact the car has been “de-registered for export” means I might find it hard to sell! Anyways. Enough about that as I will be rambling on about this again I'm sure

So what's been happening in Paris.


I worked at the Australian bar here in Paris. Which I didn't realise turned into a nightclub on a Friday and Saturday night. I was a glassman or a “glassy” as they called it. My job was to walk around a attempt to pick up glasses which were scattered around the edges of the room and only accessible by pushing your way through the crowd of people that wouldn't move even if they saw you with a pile of glasses in your hand. If I wasn't doing that I was emptying bins full of glass/washing glasses/putting glasses away or filling up ice boxes. It was a terrible job as everyone that worked there seemed to want their cups in different places and their ice boxes filled up to different levels. I ended up telling one of the guys off and decided that would be my last night there. The place made me think of How I met your mother when Ted goes to the nightclub and wonders why anyone actually likes them. It's too loud to hear anything, you are deaf afterwards and all the music sounds exactly the same. I never wanted to just sit in a quiet pub and watch footy more in my life, I kept thinking to myself either there is something wrong with me because I am not bobbing my head to the sh(t music or there is something wrong with the staff! Especially when they were still doing this at 6am (when the shift ended).


Yet another reason why it is a good time to leave. Around about a 2000 dollar bond is due and the end of the month and the girl who was here before me came and took her coffee table, night stand and bed, so I am now sleeping on a borrowed mattress and thats all there is in the room!

Closing my bank account

Yet another thing that makes the bureaucracy of buying/selling a car seem too much in Europe. I had to close my bank account which had 30 dollars in it. I went there with my flat mate (for translation. They said I had to make and appointment for tomorrow afternoon to close it. “Thats bull sh$t” I said out loud. It is a simple savings account with 30 bucks on it.
Then they said they would close it if I wrote a letter in French. Then they said they couldn't because there is money on the account and as long as there was even a little bit they couldn't (so i couldn't just take out 30 bucks and leave 2 dollars in it). I had to do it online using there internet banking which I didn't even have setup and would have to setup. Then I said something along the lines of “That's Ffffed. I am just going to leave it and they can close
it themselves one day”. Then I was told that they would keep charging me fees and eventually chase me down in Australia to the pay them. After not caring anymore they advised they could transfer the money to my flatmates account and close it. The End. Maybe buying and selling a car might be easier than getting a savings card?

Getting Things Sorted

I have been buying little things I need. Seeing the sights I have been putting off seeing. Sewing up teers in bags, researching the great driving roads of Europe, emailing and calling German car sellers that have old beeltes for sale. No luck at all in this department.

Forgot to say Baker came

Baker came to Paris with his girlfriend for a few days. Poor bastard had to go on bus and boat tours, even Disneyland. Although, I reckon he secretly loved doing all that stuff. Still have not seen him wear a pair of volleys.


So I'm off to Frankfurt as of today. Getting the train there. Stay for a couple of days and who knows where I will go after that. Going to get some type of car (bought or rental) drive around germany for a couple of weeks/head south to Italy back up to France and then probably head to the states after that for a few weeks (my plan ticket goes there) then be home. Maybe even by Christmas, maybe not. Hopefully before Australia day camping!
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