Bug Unit

Paris paris paris. We had such an amazing time over the weekend in Paris. Got back at 2am on Tuesday morning, and tucked ourselves into bed for a couple hours before having to get up for work again. I was lucky, because I was just going in to my usual work… Jen on the other hand, had to wake up early early, and start studying for the final round interview that she had with VisitScotland.com.

Rewind 5 days.

The manky foot. Jen has had a manky foot for a while. She’s blogged about it I think, but it’s worth mentioning again. It played a huge role in our trip to France because a day before we left, she was taken to hospital by her co-workers because they were so frightened of it, and couldn’t look at it’s mankyness any longer without having it diagnosed. It became septic. This made the manky foot all the more mankier, because it now meant that she had to go on to anti-biotics to correct it. Not only this, but she also had to have a big black marker pen line around the perimeter of it, to ensure that it grows no further. The mankiness that grows. Well, it didn’t… luckily. Though so many hours were spent in Paris laughing at how manky the foot in fact was, as well as paying careful attention to the spreading, or lack there of. She was supposed to be in a wheelchair, so the Scottish medical team said, but she wasn’t… and she also walked the Champs on many occasions, as well as climbing to the top of the Eiffel Tower… so bygones medical team. She was incredibly brave about it all, and although we laughed about it, it was quite serious, and we took many precautions whilst walking around on it, including many a well-deserved stop along the beautiful Parisian rivers. She was a champion. Jenbug 1, manky foot 0.

So we left at the crack of dawn, paid our £5 taxi fair to the station at 3:20am, caught our two-and-a-half-hour £20 return bus from Edinburgh to Prestwick (near Glasgow) and shoved our baggage aboard the departing, £65 return, Paris flight. We made it. Were safe and sound in our Paris hotel by 11am, only to be told that they had messed up the booking and that they would be covering costs for us to stay next door, and that we can “wash our hands now, and then come back later when the room is ready, okay?”. Strange egyptian looking lady. We came to hate her in a way.

So what do you do when you have some time to kill in Paris… well, you eat. You eat and you eat some more. We ate. We ate Lasagne and a big margarita pizza. We laughed at the consistently crappy service that we got, and the way that they treat the English… chjupachjupapajujupa.

Thats the way French people talk

Troddled on back to the hotel and got into our room to have a nice afternoon siesta, before heading off to our first site, the Arc de Triomph. Which was rad. It also rained. Little did we know that these were two themes that would keep coming up throughout our trip. It rained pretty much the whole time we were there except for the last day, and when we went up the Eiffel Tower. All the way up to the top… the top top. Basically the top of the world. And the worlds biggest queues. Lots of the world. Lots of queues. But we waited none-the-less and we spent our time on the top of the world, and we danced like crazy people, and we pointed at signs, and almost got blown off of the top of the world. We were winning.

Lazy days cruising on the Seine, wet trips up to La Sacre Cur, dodgy lunches from dodgy Paris restaurants, cheap accomodation and smelly drunk people on the underground. What a weekend!