onsdag 25 februari 2015

Il pleut à Bordeaux

So, I finally arrived in Bordeaux, France, last Friday and was warmly welcomed by my friend Dominik. Already the first evening we went to a small party, one of his friends who is moving to Japan had a small goodbye-gathering. So I got to exercise my French immediately!

Since being situated so close to the Atlantic coast, Bordeaux is a quite rainy place for large parts of the year, and it has actually been raining every day here - though luckily not all the day (apart from today). The weather changes quickly, so I have gotten a bit of sun as well.

The city offers a genial rental bike system, for €7 I've had access to a bike every day for a week. Very handy, since Dominik is living on the other side of the river from the central city. Though not very far away, but biking is always nice and a convenient way to get around.

I have stubbornly refused all wine offered and instead stuck to French beer (Desperados, my favorite as some of you know...) But I have eaten tons of French cheese, moules frites, oysters and other French specialties, so I should be forgiven. I also got the urge (again) to cut off my hair, the super-feminine French woman hairdresser asked me probably three times if I was really sure about this - of course she couldn't know that this is what happens every fourth year or so...

Bordeaux is Frencher than France, I would say, and it resembles Paris in many ways. Though smaller it is still big enough for a foreigner to get lost in! Everything is sober and sand coloured, even the river La Garonne. Small triumph arches everywhere, statues, fountains and pompous official buildings. I have truly liked it here, and now that I have gotten used to it it's time to leave. Through recommendation I found a website where you can sign up for riding with people who are driving cars between different European cities, and I managed to find a French girl my age who is passing Bordeaux tomorrow on her way to Spain. So I will ride with her to San Sebastián, which is my next stop. Once I arrive there I will give you more news.

All my love to everyone!
















torsdag 19 februari 2015

There's no place like home

Never have I ever had a more traumatic and disastrous start of a journey - though I have experienced forgotten passports, missed flights and lost suitcases before. Due to yesterday's chaotic overture, my adventure begins in the "wrong" city. However, Amsterdam can never be wrong! I had to change my itinerary slightly and therefore get to spend two nights in my second home town. And there's quite nothing like Amsterdam in sunshine, so now that the take-off drama has passed I feel at ease - and at home, which is what I intended not to...

So, tomorrow I leave Dam heading for my original starting point for this journey. After lunch I am landing in Bordeaux, France, to finally start helping my French recovering from years of neglect. I will surely let you know how it goes.