The French Experience
Trip Start
Feb 07, 2008
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Trip End
Feb 23, 2008
I have called this entry, "The French Experience" as a bit of a joke! In fact, the experience entailing an airport-hotel-stopover and supper at McDonalds could have been anywhere in the world! We were able to get cheap tickets to Tunisia with a company called Transavia who flew from Paris. Since Norwegian Air Shuttle flies cheaply and directly to Paris from Stavanger, we spent one night in France on our way.
The other joke was the name of the hotel. I had searched on the internet for the cheapest deal I could find near Orly airport, and this turned out to be the hotel called, "First Class"! Although perfectly comfortable, it was first class in name only! The first opportunity I had to practice my rather poor French was while standing at the shuttle bus-stop outside the airport, when a man asked me which hotel we were staying at. He seemed to be very impressed when I told him that we were staying at the First Class Hotel, and I had a good laugh to myself, imagining the more luxurious accomodation he would doubtless be enjoying that night.
Having settled into the tiny room, we decided to find a typical French restaurant for supper. The environment was very Parisian - a huge cluster of hotels near Orly airport and nothing else, save for a few international eateries and a petrol station! We ended up at the first and cheapest restaurant we could find which was none other than McDonalds, where both the menu and the prices were very much what we were used to. It was already late and dark, and we happily made our way back to the hotel, my slimming diet already thrown to the wind for the holiday! In our hotel room, Paul Eric found the TV control of course, and managed to amuse himself with a film all in French, until I enforced lights out. The next day would start very early!
The other joke was the name of the hotel. I had searched on the internet for the cheapest deal I could find near Orly airport, and this turned out to be the hotel called, "First Class"! Although perfectly comfortable, it was first class in name only! The first opportunity I had to practice my rather poor French was while standing at the shuttle bus-stop outside the airport, when a man asked me which hotel we were staying at. He seemed to be very impressed when I told him that we were staying at the First Class Hotel, and I had a good laugh to myself, imagining the more luxurious accomodation he would doubtless be enjoying that night.
Having settled into the tiny room, we decided to find a typical French restaurant for supper. The environment was very Parisian - a huge cluster of hotels near Orly airport and nothing else, save for a few international eateries and a petrol station! We ended up at the first and cheapest restaurant we could find which was none other than McDonalds, where both the menu and the prices were very much what we were used to. It was already late and dark, and we happily made our way back to the hotel, my slimming diet already thrown to the wind for the holiday! In our hotel room, Paul Eric found the TV control of course, and managed to amuse himself with a film all in French, until I enforced lights out. The next day would start very early!


