The Isolationist's European Mini-Adventure
As I mentioned the other day, I went to Europe last spring to ponder the future of my life. I wrote up my thoughts on the google map that I created to track where I went (click on the various flags to see the original words).
It's not such a good interface for for reading though so I thought I'd put them up here too, plus it gives me the opportunity to tidy them up a bit.
Day 1 - Perpignan - 3rd May
Reality strikes home. I've arrived at the hostel where I'll be spending my first night on the road and, well, it's raining. And a bit rough around the edges. And my plan to use the t3 with the hacked tomtom maps has pretty much come to naught - it looks like I'm gonna have to buy some maps after all.. sigh... And the free bus from the airport fucked off before I'd gathered my wits so I had to wait ages for a taxi, which then cost me 25 euros.
But on the flip side, I've negotiated everything in French so far, booked my seat on the train tomorrow morning and a room in the hostel (the oldest in France according to the yellowing newspaper report on the wall). This place is designed for better weather...
Let me describe the scene to you, not what I was expecting at all. The common area that I'm sitting in has the feel of a waiting room in a train station. The chairs are brightly coloured and cheerful enough but the whole place has an air of slow decrepitude - uncared for over the course of decades, this is like the victim of the slow torture of a committed serial killer; utterly atrophied and unable to resist being slowly picked apart.
The sound of french television the only interruption to the silence (that and the occasional footsteps echoing in the corridor). It's not a good sound. Who's idea was this again?
It's not such a good interface for for reading though so I thought I'd put them up here too, plus it gives me the opportunity to tidy them up a bit.
Day 1 - Perpignan - 3rd May
Reality strikes home. I've arrived at the hostel where I'll be spending my first night on the road and, well, it's raining. And a bit rough around the edges. And my plan to use the t3 with the hacked tomtom maps has pretty much come to naught - it looks like I'm gonna have to buy some maps after all.. sigh... And the free bus from the airport fucked off before I'd gathered my wits so I had to wait ages for a taxi, which then cost me 25 euros.
But on the flip side, I've negotiated everything in French so far, booked my seat on the train tomorrow morning and a room in the hostel (the oldest in France according to the yellowing newspaper report on the wall). This place is designed for better weather...
Let me describe the scene to you, not what I was expecting at all. The common area that I'm sitting in has the feel of a waiting room in a train station. The chairs are brightly coloured and cheerful enough but the whole place has an air of slow decrepitude - uncared for over the course of decades, this is like the victim of the slow torture of a committed serial killer; utterly atrophied and unable to resist being slowly picked apart.
The sound of french television the only interruption to the silence (that and the occasional footsteps echoing in the corridor). It's not a good sound. Who's idea was this again?
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