France

30th June, 2009, AEST 2:19am

And onto Italy we head! First off – Milan! Goodbye Paris! I promise that I shall not miss you. Perhaps because I only really spent two days in Paris, I don’t know, but it’s left a very bad taste in my mouth and made me home sick. Unless it’s a tourist area, the streets are filled with rubbish and animal waste, about 99.99% of the population smokes, and regardless of what anyone says, it is definitely not a romantic city. However it has let me with an appreciation for those who do not speak English in Australia. It’s hard not knowing a language in a foreign country. Though, it has made me feel quite bad. I feel rather ignorant as an English speaking person. Other people take time to learn our language, but we are really quite lazy. We assume that someone will speak English and complain when people don’t. One thing I love about Paris is the food. Oh, the food! It’s a pleasant change from London and the lard injected foods which made me very ill. I was sick as a dog after London, but once I got some French food in me, it was similar to what Mario would be like if he found hat made of steroids. So I’m on the train now, heading too Milan, Italy. Southern France is just surreal, almost like something out of a fairy tale. I wish I lived here. The area we are passing through currently is Modane, just off the boarder separating France and Italy. There is nothing I don’t like about this place. Tall mountains surround a town frozen in time with just the most beautiful, but daunting river I have ever seen. It’s drizzling now just adding to that magical air that Modane gives off. And surprisingly, this want to live here has made me home sick, for my home which is completely different in appearance, weather, temperature and the obvious difference in hemisphere. Italy will apparently be scorching hot, which will make it hard to go back home for the middle of winter. Back to this side of the world, we’re passing through a rather long tunnel which I’ll assume is passing through a mountain. I’ve never seen mountains this spectacular before. I mean, back home I live in an area surrounded by mountains, but they have nothing on this. Laptop will die soon. Damn. Oh well. Before I finish, just to let you know, I’m sorry if using Australian Eastern Standard Time is confusing for some people, but I decided that it would be best considering the different time zones here. Easier for me. Bye for now. Perhaps another entry later.

29th June, 2009, AEST 2:01am

Yes, I am referencing the song by the Whittlams. But there is nothing to love about this city. First, sorry about no entry yesterday, I was too tired and the day was just retarded anyway. Although, it was Mum’s birthday, Happy Birthday, Mum. The day started out yesterday with breakfast in London, and dinner in Paris. Romantic, no? Well, no. Not at all. Cried at breakfast, still not entirely sure why. I don’t tend to cry over things. The day just got better from there. After catching the international train from London to Paris (of which, the country side was very nice of both England and France) we arrived in the city of love. Or as I like to call it, the city of ‘why is it so hard to use a bin?’. The area we stayed in was kind of gross. Dog piss and rubbish everywhere. Our room was okay. Had what it needed. Beds, toilet. Speaking of the toilet, I think it’s a design fault but they put the toilet on one side of the bathroom, and the toilet paper role holder on the other side of the room. Brilliant stuff. At about 1am, my sisters and I were highly amused by the belching contest which some guys were having on the streets below. We went to the Eiffel Tower today, the view from the top was spectacular. Though, I still think it’s just one of those places you go to and say ‘I’ve been there’. Not much else you can say about it. We journeyed to an art museum, where works by Dali were housed. I have to say, I have little like for impressionism. But I appreciated it regardless. Also did a walking tour of Paris. Interesting I suppose. Anyway, you can probably tell that I’m tired, and not really caring anymore, so to bed I go! Good night!