DEFCON 2

Here we are. Mad in an Internet café in Paris looking for accommodation for our next stop. So far everything is going smoothly -but France. First couple of days in London were awesome. We stayed with a Hungarian girl from Couchsurfing. She was living in a flat with seven more girls but we didn’t really have a chance to be there a lot. What a pity.

Walking; lots of walking has been the norm since the beginning instead. We visited London’s main touristic spots in just a day. The postcards. And unlike other times, I didn’t make any grand entrée -once I broke my elbow and dislocated my knee; other time I ended up missing the friend I was visiting. After London, Portsmouth and Normandie’s landing followed.

Specially Normandie was exciting. We rented a car and went around the historical landing sites. A couple of photos with veterans from WWII show that heroes are too big guys in small sizes. Then followed the racing through Le Mans… at night and with our tank almost empty! We weren’t sure if we’ll have enough gas until we gave back the car, and still don’t know how we managed to do it. That little piece of rubbish behaved well over our spectations.

However, since landing in Normandie we realized that France is our enemy -together with non-drying underwear. Just after landing in Cherbourgh we got caught by the enemy; a police car intercepted us when trying to find our way out of the ferry port. We dodged them easily but Cherbourgh still had more for us: a 2 hour walk with our packs (around 12kg.) up a ramp to get to our hostel… just to find it closed at arrival. We sorted it out in the end -and we almost had a hostel for ourselves- but at the beginning it was frustrating.

Paris cheered up a bit that grey look at France. The Eiffel tower is deceiving from the distance, impressive from below and breathtaking from above. The gardens of the Tulliers and others are too uplifting; but I assume they would be much better in a sunny day. And finally, the Louvre museum, for a non artistic person like me, was even good. Not Mona Lisa -such a tiny picture. All that, spiced up with the fact of not having to pay for the ticket, for being journalist.

So; no great entrance in Britain this time, but in France instead. Now, Amsterdam awaits!