We all have to say goodbye, sometime
Trip Start Jun 26, 2004
15Trip End Jan 2005
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Mike responds, "5 am"
A few hours later the group separated because I hopped on a train to Paris and met Cecile. She took me around Paris, to places that "are the most beautiful in Paris", her favorite spots. We went to the Palais Royal and a rooftop cafe where you can see the whole city, the Eiffel Tower, the Seine... everything. It was awesome.
On Monday I went to the Arc de Triumph (the A-unit's arranged meeting point) and waited... and waited... great, they either missed their train in Amsterdam or overslept. But no... they made it to Paris but had an exciting weekend of their own...
On arriving in Paris Justen and Mike hung out with Bud and toke him around Paris. There wasn't much to do the first night, except miss out on dancing with some hot girls because Justen doesn't do techno, he needs hip hop and only hip hop. But not just any hip hop, American hip hop.
The next night Mike and Justen met some girls who took them to another club, a really popular club that everyone knows about. It's called Queen. The club was 70% guys, but the guys were dancing with the guys. Some dude hit on Mike and another one grabbed Justen's ass.
We did finally meet up on Monday, I went to their hotel but didn't find them. As I left though a very elated and relieved Mike shouted my name from down the street. He thought if he didn't find me that he would be sleeping on the streets that night.
All three of us got a chance to hang out for a while before me and Mike left for London and Justen left for Rome. We said goodbye to Justen at the train station and goodbye to all his antics and all the wild turns he steered us through on this trip
Rain, rain, rain. This is London, and it's cold too. Our first night was interesting. Nothing is open on a Monday night, and the pubs in London close at 11 pm. So we wandered into Camden where we met some "characters."
This afternoon me and Mike went to the British Museum. I remember going with my parents and my grandfather when I was little, on the same trip where I went to Paris for two days. This was my favorite museum, not just because I can read all the informational plaques, though.
This is all fun and everything but on Saturday Mike leaves to fly back home and I'll be left alone here in this huge city to first, find a job and second, to find a place to live. The closer I come the more nervous I get. I really don't do well on my own, as you can see with my experiences in Pamplona and the English Garden.
One bright spot in all of this is that the English aren't as bad as I had figured they would be. They aren't all snobs and cold. In fact, most are downright loud and trashy. Sorry all you Brits, this is what I've observed.
and until next time,