"Ok, Its Gig Time... What T-Shirt Am I Going To Wear?"

Milhouse: I Can't believe we're actually doing this...
It's only just sunk in that here we are; me & Aylwin - 2 Skinny blonde Brits with 2 oversized rucksacks, a map of Europe & enough under-garments that strictly should last us all of 3 days (if we're lucky) - & we're on a train travelleling towards Amsterdam Centraal Station with little to no idea of where we are sleeping tonight, feet that could suffocate a skunk & shoulders so worn out, you can literally see the quality stitching left from the strapmarks.

I will admit, we've spent a good few days in Paris though. The two of us are just getting used to travelleling life. It seems best that we only plan things a couple days ahead, as so many things can affect the day's events.

I've found that getting lost in any major city is one particular example of how one's "fun-packed-schedule" can fly right out the window, & into a bed of ajecent shattered dreams, broken promises and drunken resolutions.

You see, for some unknown & bewildering reason, Aylwin has left me predominantly in charge of reading the map. As nice a compliment as this my be, clearly this is a mistake only a kind but foolish young man would make. This is because in all the time that we have been in Europe we've spent it, predominantly getting lost.

Can anyone else can a connection here?

I guess it's all part of the fun & games of travelling though (& plus it's really funny watching Aylers try to keep a cool & calm exterior when we're blatently more lost than a deaf batin a soundproof box!).

Our first hostel was plesent enough. Many of the travellers seems to be from America, including the 3 girls from California & 1 from Brazil that we shared a dorm with. All of which were (without sounding too brash) very easy on the eye ; )

Paris is a flippin big place.
In many respects, it's not that disimilar from London. For example there is a half decent Underground, some posh parts, some tacky parts, a lot of pigeons & a number of monuments & attractions that look very suspiciously like they were stolen from us.

One difference I would say though, is that the French people DEFINATLEY have some major funky body odor problems.

My Gosh.

We went to a Hennes at a nearby shopping centre and Sacre Blu, the whole store smelt of nothing but hairy armpit. I'm not kidding either!

Another difference we've noticed is htat Europeans are crap at pulling pints. First of all, they don't drink out of pint glasses at all - oh no, it's half pints by defult here - also, once you get youre half pint of whatever, there's about 3 inches of head on the top... Guys... What's up with that?!?!
I dunno.

Oh yeah, "did you know at McDonalds, you can buy a Beer, and they don't call it Big Mac they call it Le Big Mac."

... Classic.