.kobi (age 12)
30.11.2012 - 07.12.2012
Thank goodness for aeroplanes, they are amazingly useful, but really, a very boring way to get from one place to another. For the first twenty minutes I am usually excited about getting 30 000 feet off the ground in what is essentially a thousand ton box with nothing but aerodynamics and fuel keeping it from crashing.
And delays are not all that fun, to be honest. Though I have to say, the result wasn't all that bad. Went to Heathrow, had good food, took many many photos of us having coffee (no experience is the same without them) and, although we did not see the spectacular lights of Paris at night we did get a tour from our taxi driver as he drove us to the apart-hotel.
I'm not a fan of shopping. I detest shopping, in fact. But I know it is necessary, sometimes I protest it aloud while my parents get on with it, albeit very slowly to my mind. However since I found myself in a country where it is so cold that it feels like my ears are in danger of freezing off all day, I found myself quite at home with the concept of getting into a warm shopping centre. At least there I was provided with clothes that mitigated the ears freezing off concerns.
And now we get to driving.
Having come from a country where driving rules are completely reversed, me and my family are not quite used to European road rules.
1. Driver is on left side of the vehicle.
2. The cars are on the right hand side of the road.
3. The speed limit is different (faster).
4. Much more traffic on the roads
5. They park so close it is any wonder they can get out
6. The squeeze their cars through gaps like cats down drain pipes.
I'm sure all this has some crazy, demented logic to it, just like a messy room, and just because I can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there.
Goodbye, though, because we're in France should I say "au reviour!".