Jun 13,2009
First things first fuck Paris. The sites are cool but the prices and people and almost everything else fucking blow. Last night we both finally got a really good sleep, we had a two bed room and it was in a nice quiet area. Our day started with xPatx getting some crepes seeing as he is a crepe bitch, then a good hour search for the train station. Pat decided it would be cool to go to Omaha Beach so we took the first train we could to Cherborg seeing as the invasions took place on the Cherborg Pennisula. The train ride was uneventful except the usual graffiti along basically the whole line, a lot of nice country side, and an old frog looking barrell chested man who would randomly yell shit out in French and move from seat to seat, sitting in basically every seat in the car. Well long story short Pat gets another crepe and we find out Cherborg the city is not home to the beaches of Normandy. So after checking out this map we decide Carentan is the closest stop to the beaches, but after getting there and walking around a while we also realize it is like 10Km from the beaches and no buses are running and the next train to Paris is another hour. So I just stay at the train stop tired from carrying my heavy ass pack which we've been carrying all day and sketch a bunch of stupid shit and Pat walks around some more. I almost forgot the best part of Carentan, this little fat kid with glasses was practicing his sword skills (chops, twirls, jabs, etc.) in the middle of the side walk. Finally we get back to Paris it is now 11 o'clock and did the mention that we still don't know where we our hostel is for tonight. So we walk around a while more, I am getting pretty hungry, considering all I have eaten today was some cherries and a coffee, and I am getting fucking pissed and stressed. Finally this really nice guy at this hostel gives us direction to an internet cafe and we catch a cab to our hostel arriving at the pleasant hour of 12AM. Best part of the day was the receptionist, I guess thats what'd you call him, at the hostel with a Shai Hulud hoodie who loved Tragedy and crust and shit and offered to give us directions to some show unfortunately we weren't going to be in Paris the next night but definitely good to see someone who likes cool shit. Up until then the only people we have seen like us was a guy in a Converge shirt, and a guy in an Agnostic Front shit and some bike punks in Edinburgh. So our room was really "mod" and again two person room and really peaceful sleep knowing its the last day we'll spend in Paris.
