Today we went to France via the Eurostar. I was super tired so I attempted to go to sleep, but I could not. Then I worked on my structural analysis and began to get super tired. It became so bad that I was beginning to nod off, so I put it away and tried to sleep, but, of course, I started to wake up again. Oh hell. Anyway we arrived at the station and headed for the metro along th- HOLY CRAP! Three soldiers armed to the teeth just walked right by us.
|These guys (taken under Eiffel Tower)|
|Ha! They don't even know that they are on the Internet.|
|This is a man behind a... um... well, he's behind something. I can tell you that much.|
|I don't even know where to begin with this one.|
|My dream house: a melted one.|
|The result of a steel manufacturing plant giving too much time off to its employees.|
|Look at those buttresses.|
|They're watching us; pose really religiously.|
|I finally got a picture of TWO friends taking pictures.|
|... the hurry the f* up building.|
|Not there yet...|
|Random-ass tall building #1.|
|Random-ass tall building #2.|
|I'm so high right now. So high!|
|... from hell...|
I think I will take this opportunity to express my sincerest disappointment that I did not encounter any French stereotypes. I did not see the Frenchman in an artist hat with a horizontal black and white striped shirt holding a baguette and a bottle of wine all while randomly being next to a snail.
We arrived at the station after passing Notre Dame again only to find out that the bus time has been changed to 9:30 (so we need to be there at 9:00), giving us 2 extra hours. I actually stayed at the train station on account of exhaustion from the poor night's sleep the previous night. I basically moseyed around the station for the next 2 hours. However, I did encounter an interesting shop right outside the station. It sold snacks... watches... travel items... books... butterfly knives... switchblades... and tasers. Yes, f*ing tasers. It wasn't even in French; it was just labeled "taser" in the window display. Keep in mind that this is right near the entrance of a mass transit station, but there's no way that could be a security issue.
Time for the bus... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... where is it? Oh, it two blocks away from where he said he would pick us up. How thoughtful of him. No big deal, it's a quick walk. You don't speak English. Great.
Before I state the rules of this bus, let me clarify a few things. First, a classmate of ours has a medical condition that requires a bathroom to be handy at all times. Second, this ride was anticipated to take 12 hours. Third, this driver looked like he murdered puppies for his other job. He was f*ing terrifying and could most certainly rip me to shreds if he felt so inclined. Anyway, here are the rules:
BUS RULES (WITHOUT AMENDMENTS)
-There was no bathroom, so stops every 3 to 4 hours (not often enough for my friend)
If any of these rules get violated, we all get dumped on the side of the road, and I have no doubt that he would. What. The. Hell. Anyway, after my flat mate negotiated with him in French (which I will assume involved much badassery), we got a slightly lighter set of rules.
BUS RULES (WITH AMENDMENTS)
-Small bags allowed
-Stop every 2 hours
If any of these rules get violated, we all get dumped on the side of the road. Well it's not going to get much better, so here we go. It was only about 10:00, so I doubted my chances of sleep for a while. At least I'll have plenty of hours to do my structural analysis; let me turn on the light. You disabled the lights. You motherf*ing piece of sh* son of a b*. It's funny, but the light thing was really what set me off internally for my own sake. Otherwise all my rage was for my friend's sake. I stayed awake for the first 2 hours and rest stop and started dozing off on all the following trip segments. The problem was that I woke up every time the bus stopped. So my sleep was disrupted a good six or seven times during the night. Honestly, if my friend doesn't have to go on a moving bus, I'm okay, but I am going to feel pretty crappy tomorrow.