After a long journey and I arrived in Geneva yesterday. I would have started this blog a bit earlier but I decided to go to bed at three in the afternoon yesterday instead. It was a long plane ride and I was tuckered out from my guest appearance on COPS-UK.
After exploring the nightmarish cowboy themed land known as "Calgary", I arrived in London for my 18 hour layover. Luckily I have a good friend to ensure I don't sleep on the mean streets of Heathrow. I however, did enjoy the mean streets later when I was woken up to banging on my room by a very drunk guy screaming "Where me jacket. I need me jacket." I believe both of these sentences where followed by interobangs.
When we ventured to the lobby, I enjoyed a scattering of fire extinguishers which had been used to decorate the hallways/attempted to use as avaunt-guard key. This was followed by watching a well dressed man exit an elevator followed by a woman screaming Russian at him with a bleeding nose and her skirt only slightly on. My favorite part about this was the man greeting us good morning in a poor attempt to distract us from his companion. Good try old chap... Finally, just when I imagined that I had entered a new peak of crazy, a plain clothes Police officer tackled a drunk teen to the ground and handcuffed him three feet away from me.
God save the Queen.
Next stop was of course, the continent. My Boss was kind enough to pick me up at the airport and drive me to France. It took around ten minutes, making me seriously reconsider the scale of maps I had been studying. I am renting a room from a lovely Canadian- American couple in the French village of Ferney-Voltaire. Historical home of- Voltaire. Ferney- Voltaire is a classic village that Rick Steves would soil his pants over on PBS. It's a 15 minute bus ride from work. And the entire town can be explored in around a hour as it quickly turns to countryside.
From the living room where I sit now, I can see two church steeples and can hear the the church bells and fat little song birds. This is the Europe that TV trained me to believe existed but I never really did. Everything closes on Sunday so I think I'll take a long walk with my camera so I can update this with pictures.
Au Revoir from someone who realllly needs to learn French .
After exploring the nightmarish cowboy themed land known as "Calgary", I arrived in London for my 18 hour layover. Luckily I have a good friend to ensure I don't sleep on the mean streets of Heathrow. I however, did enjoy the mean streets later when I was woken up to banging on my room by a very drunk guy screaming "Where me jacket. I need me jacket." I believe both of these sentences where followed by interobangs.
When we ventured to the lobby, I enjoyed a scattering of fire extinguishers which had been used to decorate the hallways/attempted to use as avaunt-guard key. This was followed by watching a well dressed man exit an elevator followed by a woman screaming Russian at him with a bleeding nose and her skirt only slightly on. My favorite part about this was the man greeting us good morning in a poor attempt to distract us from his companion. Good try old chap... Finally, just when I imagined that I had entered a new peak of crazy, a plain clothes Police officer tackled a drunk teen to the ground and handcuffed him three feet away from me.
God save the Queen.
Next stop was of course, the continent. My Boss was kind enough to pick me up at the airport and drive me to France. It took around ten minutes, making me seriously reconsider the scale of maps I had been studying. I am renting a room from a lovely Canadian- American couple in the French village of Ferney-Voltaire. Historical home of- Voltaire. Ferney- Voltaire is a classic village that Rick Steves would soil his pants over on PBS. It's a 15 minute bus ride from work. And the entire town can be explored in around a hour as it quickly turns to countryside.
Au Revoir from someone who realllly needs to learn French .
I'll completely ignore your first night in London (what the . . .??) and happy to see you are where you are. It looks beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYour back in the saddle! Welcome to your new adventure ~ John Paterson
ReplyDeletePS: Who'd have thunk that a London hotel could top a Tunisian taxi ride!