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Hitchhiking "sucks"
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Today I learned to curse in French and hitch-hiked.
My optional class was this afternoon and I took the "slang" class, during which the teacher taught me lots of useful expressions such as those to describe flat-chested or well-endowed women, how to tell a bothersome man to "fuck off" (sorry mom), saying that something sucks, and several ways to express that you have become intoxicated. France is great!
After dinner, my new friend Fiona and I met up with Marcel to have a beer in Place Clemenceau. It was really lame so we decided to go down to "Le Port" which is where all the alleged action is. The problem is how to get there. We walked for maybe 20 minutes before realizing that street taxis are not Hyeres' strong point, so we decided to call one. Then we couldn't find a phonebooth so we had to call from Fiona's cellphone (which is like calling from Ireland!) and one came to get us. After paying a pretty hefty fare (you have to pay for the way to you when you call), we got out at the nearly completely dead Port. Determined to have a good time, we found an open bar and had a drink and chatted. We wound up having a good time but realized when it was time to leave that there were no taxis down here either. No busses. No trams, trains, helicopters or even a funicular. Fiona called the taxi company 3 times, but they were apparently closed. As a last resort, we began to try to hitch a ride! It was a little upsetting. We finally got a ride from a man who took us all the way to Hyeres, but dropped us in the wrong place and Marcel and I wound up walking for 45 minutes. All for one beer. Fiona and I have decided to stick to the beach and leave the partying for Dublin and Washington DC.
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