Part 1: Melbourne to Paris
~2200, 01 Nov 2008, Bangkok Airport wrote: Shockingly it turns out that Bangkok (and no doubt Thailand in general) is damn humid. Especially after climbing off a flight.
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Though the staff were friendly, seats good and food actually quite nice - it doesn't shift from my mind that we just spent 9+ hours on a flight. And am currently waiting to board an even longer one.
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Now I'm off to find some toilets. Peeing on the plane is one thing, but going twosies in a stall narrower than my shoulders? I think not.
~0200, 03 Nov 2008, Paris wrote: At Bangkok Airport I discoverd that the Thai's are fairly liberal with their habits. I mean, when tha cleaning ladies have a little pow-wow in the very crowded mens toilets you know that things are a bit different. The second flight was horrific,. What felt like a never-ending descent into a pinful hell was only made worse by the fact that the plane lacked in-seat entertainment. And comfortable seats. And leg room. And friendly staff. Yeah. Suffice to say that it sucked. Badly. There were some moments of levity, such as the two businessmen in front of us spooning in their sleep.
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Charles de Gaul Airport is really quite something. Most notable is that apparently they made the escalators out of cake, they are spongy and generally feel very off-putting. After a quick change in the airport toilets where it was confirmed that hte French don't know what "occupied" means, we set about trying to find Door 16,which was apparently on the departure level. This was our first real introduction to the French mind-set as Door 32 was next to Door 2 which was next to Door 17.
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Contrary to what Hollywood tells you, the Eiffel Tower cannot be seen from everywhere in Paris. The trip into the city revealed some interesting sights such as two giant sumos wrestling for control of a shipping container...
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It says a lot about the French mindset that even two police-bikes, three cars with the guys with balaclavas and MP5s hanging out the windows and a van still get cut off by traffic. Paris is, apparently, French for "fuck it, lets put a road here and damn the logic". We spent too long last night [not I'm writing this at 2am, fuck you timezones] wandering about lost as our every turn just seemed to lead us further and further from our hotel.
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Gare du Nord is nearby and is one of the most impressive buildings I've seen. It is simply large and like most buildings covered in beautiful carvings and statues.
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Paris is filthy. I've never seen so many street-sweepers but in true French style none of them are actually doing anything.
The first sight we saw on leaving our hotel. It was impressive enough (I believe it's the Church of St Vincent de Paul) to get us started.
Our first sight of Gare du Nord.
Turns out that it's pretty big.
One of the city gates. There was an awesome street of markets, cafes and a rotisserie place (open at like 9am on Sunday).
Eglise St Eustache de Paris
Paris cat is more arrogant than regular cat
Bourse de Commerce
Tour St Jacques (my favourite building in Paris)
Fountain at Centre Pompidou (and a video)
One of the many columns in Paris (this one is just near the Hotel de Ville, just across from Ile de Cite)
Ile De Cite
Notre Dame (not that impressive when you look at it from this angle)
Charlemagne motherfuckers. You wish you had a beard that bad-arse.
I just like the street name.
Stereotypical Paris street.
The Pantheon. It kicks the arse of a lot of the other buildings in Paris but you just won't find it on most of the tourist routes.
Some art outside the Pantheon. Triple-suplex jigsaw females FTW.
Luxembourg Gardens.
Giant head statue in Luxembourg Gardens. There were a few enormous head status in Paris. Maybe it was the art theme of the year.
You see, here's another from near Bourse de Commerce
You know, I thought it'd be bigger. And in NY.
That's it for the moment - day one (of a lot, but there's a lot less quality photos on many of the later days). I'm done with battling picture hosting websites (I'd uploaded and organised everything in Picasa only to find that you can't fucking hotlink, so I had to start over with Flickr.