Paris - Disneyland - whatever...

I saving up my energy to write about Paris but was not really required.

Don’t feel like writing about it but just to remind myself of not being a sissy traveler again, I shall put down tit-bits of the visit.

All I remember of Paris is the cold, the crowded jam-packed streets, and the indifferent French people (who only made it colder by a degree.)

In the name of seeing Paris ‘by night’ as promised by the travel agency, it was looking at the Eiffel Tower from a distance and other such monuments. (please note the lack of interest as i refer to Notre Dame and Louvre as 'other monuments'). It was as good as hearing about them than actually seeing. Maybe, because what preceded this was too exhausting for the mind to appreciate anything. The bus journey.

Everyone, except the two of us, was Dutch and so there was a constant Dutch chatter. After a while it gets to me, when I cannot understand a language…more so because I can figure out a few words and I begin to interpret and the brain is continuously processing information and just producing garble. The people can be ignored to an extent because no one was really talking to us, but when the driver of the coach made announcements in Dutch, it was really made me hopping mad. And, I must tell you that the announcements were pretty frequent. The bus stopped every 2 hours for a break and the driver announced for what it has stopped and when the journey will resume. And we had to pester a guy sitting behind us to interpret it for us. Although, if you look at it logically, it was a pretty normal situation but it made me feel utterly stupid. Every time I turned around to ask the guy, I felt this time he is going to roll his eyes like ‘not again’ and not respond. Mercifully enough, he was more patient than I was.

The cherry on the cake was a retarded psycho creep sitting right next to us who had his mini beer bar set up and drank almost 24 cans of beer starting from before the journey!! Very unbelievable and of course annoying. Thank God at least there was an aisle separating CK and me from him and his beer bar. So, we took turns to sit on the aisle seat. Thankfully he started to get drunk only in the last leg of the journey when we had entered Paris. But, as luck would have it, that day was a metro strike in Paris and the streets closely resembled the streets of B’lore. And after waiting for Paris for like an eternity, we were stuck on the streets for 3 hours. And so the myth of the ‘gorgeous Paris’ came tumbling down.

It was unexpectedly cold and windy and I was hungry and tired and everything was so firkin expensive. Enjoyment was the last thing on the mind. So, with these frayed nerves I watched Paris by night, in a boat in freezing cold and a numb head.

Next day was Disneyland, which was good and I terribly missed my munkey! Its quite a paradise for children and I feel can be a nightmare for the parents with hajaar shops of toys every two steps. The Disneyland is divided further into;

• Discovery land
• Fantasy land
• Adventure land
• Frontier land.

It’s so huge that even the 10 hours that we had there were not enough to see what we had wished to see.

Managed to do our best by watching the Lion King Musical in Video polis – Its quite amusing live singing, costumes and everything. Enjoyed a few rides between some shopping and eating. It has been ages I have been to any amusement park so it was quite something. I loved the last roller-coaster thing called Big Thunder Mountain. It was Halloween month or something so there were all these nice Halloween pumpkins all around. Quite nice!

Oh yes, and also I got my first picture with a celebrity clicked :-P

The next day was a visit to the basilica called Sacre Coure on Mont Martre – quite exquisite. You can view the whole of Paris from the steps of the church. It was a little foggy and the view wasn’t so clear.

The walk to and from the church was the only really the time we walked on the streets of Paris and it would have been better if it was in another time.

It was time again for the excruciating journey back. This time more painful with some Dutch comedy show DVD playing in the bus. So, while the people in the bus laughed (like hyenas), I tried to calm down my nerves and wished I could just disapparate!


PS: Feedback for including pics in the blog has been incorporated but is really temporary and can change based on my whims and fancies.