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We made it!

After over 24 hours travelling we’ve finally arrived in Paris! We spent our first day on a lazy Saturday drinking coffee, eating pizza, and of course getting lost.

Here’s a lovely couple we saw on the streets, they literally just stepped of a plane and onto the streets!

Man jet lag sucks.

I’ll give a tip to anyone travelling. Don’t spend the previous week staying up late with your groomsmen and collect a massive sleep debt… because you won’t get it back on the plane.

Any case we decided it was best if we stayed up for as long as we could. So without a shower and without a clue we ran around the streets of Paris. So far most people we meet speak a little english which is very handy.

Being a Saturday most shops were open so we took advantage and checked out some shops. Wowsers we found this pretty cool 4 level shop selling Girly things. Cara was slightly chuffed.

I wish I knew more French. I can say please, thank you, excuse me and ‘Where is the Toilet’ but that’s about it. Sitting down having a massive Pizza with Cara the crowded restaurant was just begging to have a chat with some locals. Problem is that we don’t know French, and whilst people seem approachable I can’t really talk to them much other then say “Hi my name is JB… do you know where the toilet is?”.

So after a massive meal, Cara hit the ‘Stop’ button and called a time out. We moseyed back to our Motel room to have an afternoon nap and recover from the massive pizza infusion.

11 hours later, I wake up at midnight to large bangs.

We never figured out what the loud bangs were, but it gave us enough incentive to wake up and head out. It was quite cold for us tropical types, but we braved the rain and walked down to the Moulin Rouge. The city is very different at night, and it was heart warming to see so many happy/drunk frenchies on the streets.

We found a pub, and grabbed a drink. First warning bells started ringing when we weren’t allowed to order from the bar, and instead had to sit and order. The waiter spoke a little english, and we managed to coax a beer out of him. He asked if we wanted medium or large. Being the rough Australian I am I chose the later, and viola a Litre of beer!

It was so good I had two! Unfortunately for us, turns out that litre of beer was $18euro… or around $30 australian dollars! Yikes! We paid and headed off into the night… and found a ‘Down Under’ bar.

Cara thought we might find some Australian back-packers or alike in there, so we headed in. Man, this pub was like no other pub I’ve been in Australia. It was more like a night club with a live DJ and a whole bunch of drunk frenchies dancing on tables. It was a happening place! Soooo many people dancing and so many couples making out. We grabbed a pint of ‘fosters’ (yikes) and had a little dance.

So far so good, we haven’t been lost too badly yet and Cara and I luckily aren’t sick of each other yet. Then again it’s only day one.