Paris

Swapping the board shorts, singlet and lathering of suncream for long pants, shoes, t-shirt and jumper, I arrived in Paris on a frosty morning ready to see the sights and party Paris Style. Arriving at the "Peace and Love Hostel" the joys of backpacking came flooding back to memory. Stuck on the top floor, no lift and being crammed into a room not much bigger than my cupboard with 2 other backpackers, it was the perfect motivation to get out and explore and see what all the fuss is about in Paris.

The first thing that comes to me about Paris is its a fooking big big busy city. People and tourists are everywhere, the traffic is crazy but it all seems to roll on with not much hassle. I don't think i need any explanation of where the following pictures are taken.



The view from the top looking over something important.

Me

Been there, done that

On my last day, i caught up with a couple of French dudes who i became friends with at Windsurf Paradise. They took me out for a nice lunch in suburbs of Paris. Christophe has unfortunately severly broken his arm and my god it was swollen..He could press his fingers into his arm and the skin would take a minute to go back to shape.



1, 2, 3 and 4 jet streams crossing each other and a rooster.

Next stop Amsterdam.