It looks like the French strike has lifted! I bought my ticket to Bruges (leaving Sunday), so I won’t have to worry about spending the night on a bench with a bunch of drunk soccer fans.
Unless I feel like it.
So, the good news is I can stop worrying about the trains. The bad news is, starting tomorrow, the buses may strike. C’est la vie.
I did some much-needed supply shopping after I secured my way out of the country.
This is an unpronounceable tiramisu-like delicacy I bought to celebrate.
This is a sandwich. Did you know that bacon is a universal word?
Despite my absolute joy at the prospect of not having to deal with the French rail strike anymore–it’s been causing me stress since my arrival in Europe–I didn’t really feel like walking around Bordeaux and looking at all the limestone. Many of the buildings have faces carved into the facades and it’s a bit creepymuffins. Also, there was thunder, lightening, and spurting rain. Kinda took away the joy of wandering.
I did however notice a few gems as I scurried to the bus station. A place named “Inglorious bar-star” and another named “Sexy! sex!” [Sic]
There are still hoards of soccer fans roaming about in gangs. You’ll know them by their matching outfits and jaywalking. Other than owning the same Giants shirt at RS, I am not sure I have ever purposefully dressed identically as my friends for any reason. In my adult life, that is. But there is no reasoning with soccer fans. I overheard one say to the other, “It’s about a 10 hour drive, mate, which for us means 4 days.” I am not sure what type of math this is but it seems soccery.
So, sightseeing was abandoned for buying local wine at the grocery store and enjoying it while watching it rain. If I was prone to boredom, this would be dangerous. But I’ve never been bored in my life. There are just so many things to worry about.
Cheers.
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