Woke at 8.30, packed and had the free breaky at the hotel. We then walked to station and only to find out we had to reserve a spot on the express fast train as it was peak season, or pay the 139euro. We decided against that ridiculous price and caught a different one for 37euro each to Paris with 3 stops, taking 2 hours longer.
We stopped at Rotterdam, Antwerp and Brussels.
But at Brussels we almost missed the train to Paris because we were unknowingly 15mins late, we had to run to platform 6, with the doors literally closing behind us just making it.
The french train was fast. Arrived in Paris and walked to hostel. Checked in twin share room. We showered and went down to bar, for a few celebratory cocktails, but then Ryan went to bed. I still wanted to go out and see the Paris nightlife, but before doing so I thought it'd be a great idea to cut my own hair, drunk, and with a beard trimmer...
After doing so I went downstairs to the club, and then followed some girls to Moulin Rouge, and a few bars around it. A lot of Aussies, as there was Busabout tour passing through.
We left and decided to walk back to the hostel after a few stops at different bars.
Not far from the hostel I saw some kid do a runner from a supermarket towards me. What seemed like the shop owner was screaming and shouting (in french), so I acted calm until the last second then planted my foot straight into his chest like the scene from the movie 300.
He stopped instantly, the full force of his sprint ceased momentarily, then bounced off the sole of my foot and then back onto the ground at the same time a wallet flew out of his hand and exploded with cash.
He laid there coughing, in a fetal position, so I grabbed the money and the wallet and returned it to the shop owner, who didn;t seem to want it... when suddenly the remains of a cloud of pepper spray filled my lungs and eyes.
I quickly ran, not fully understanding what just happened and the scene and got a cab back to the hostel. - What a random night!
Paris 11/8 - St Chris Inn Canal
I of course, woke up hungover. Then, after a struggled greasy breakfast, we eventually caught the Metro to just behind the Louvre, where I bought some wine and a baguette and decided against the massive line and possibly boring museum.
I navigated us with the handy hostel map and my compass, across the maze of bridges and streets that went every direction - but to the Eiffel Tower.
The line was massive, about a 45minute wait, but Ryan didn't want to be there so we unfortunately bailed. However Ryan saw a street gambling game, and decided he had time for that... only to lose €100 on his first game when suddenly the guy dodgy gypo bailed because of the police that were no where to be seen... coincidence, perhaps not. A good laugh for me anyway.
Later that night we chilled out with some cool Canadians on the canal with a few bottles of wine, baguettes and some cheeses.
We left the hostel and thought a french breakfast at a cafe on the way to the Lourve would be a better option.
The cafe had all the seats out side, facing forward to the open street/river.
I chose an awesome cheesy eggplant and chicken breast toasty. Upon paying I was owed €6 change from my 20, but Ryan had given the right change and when the waiter asked if everything was ok, Ryan thanked him and then typically the waiter quickly ran off with the my change... €20 Breakfast fail.
We got the Lourve and again the line was massive, plus Ryan wasn't interested yet again. So we marched off to a few other sights like the Obelisk and Arch of Triumph, via this big park, where we priced up U-Boats on the shopping strip equivalent of Chapel street.
Ryan wanted to go to Disney Land so I agreed, as much as I didn't care for it, we caught a train 45mins out from Paris and had the choice of 2 parks.
We were told we didn't have time for both so we went the with the Studios park.
Apparently more for adults.
The rides in the Studios park would of been definitely more fun, even though I wanted to go on one ride in the other park, that being the Indiana Jones ride. But it was still an enjoyable day. As commercially farmed as it was.
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