upon leaving the cameron highlands

so glad to get the hell out of malaysia and into france! we just finished up a few days and nights walking our sweet little arses off all over paris.
i was in heaven, i mean, baguettes everyday, crepes and triple shot scotches!!!!!! we really scored the best deal ever. scoring an apartment foc for almost the whole time we were in town, this enabled us to focus our attention on other things, namely: mastering the metro, filming interpretive dances in public places, making out in lane ways and of course...keeping our fitness regime up.
if i could guess, i rection we had walked one hundred million kms around paris, which would explain why we have lost weight even after such ludicrious amounts of baguete/crepe consumption.
allow me to highlight the highlights since the previous post for you, in bulletpoint form:

• overcoming the evil he/she woman at the reggae bar in malaysia who wanted to kill me for not reading her specials sign properly - um, sorry but maybe if you spent more money on the correct spelling ON your menus instead of IN your bust, we might be able to talk business here...


• bumping into members of our awesome group from TN in random locations en route to tea heaven highland fields......


• the really really REALLY scary strawberry paradise which had strawberry machine men dancing extremely slowly, which we over came by interpretive dancing throughout the strawberry fun park......yes, that's right... A STRAWBERRY FUN PARK


• meeting the equivalent of the dude from silence of the lambs who sews human flesh together from the victims hides he murders....this particular man was in charge of showing us around his home made butterfly museum, he even went so far as to nail a lot of dead insects into walls in butterfly patterns, encorporating lego castles into his mueseum for a greater effect


• doing a poo in a squat toilet

then we jumped on a 12hr flight to paris and into the wonderful, loving, staring arms of france!

i think the biggest highlight for me, personally, in paris was when i got my rags. i walked into a chemist to ask for tampons and was asked if i wanted perfume or non perfume.......non perfume, i replied.....derrr...........the lady proceeded to pick up different bottles of facial cream for me, pouting an adriana xenedies pose with each and every bottle....nonono! i cried...TAM PONS!!! all the while doing the shove upwards motions in her direction, slightly squatting for the full affect........

other moments of excitement included:

• doing a poo in my pants trying to climb the effiel tower.....having small children and babies point and laugh at me for being too scared of heights...


• falling in love with france, but certainly not with their coffee - wtf? i thought this was where you got THE BEST COFFEE FROM? it tastes like watered down dish water.....


• consuming stupid amounts of baguettes for lunch, crepes for dinner, baguettes for breakfast on the lovely little balcony overlooking the city, crepes for lunch....


• hostel nervousness ... getting to know your fellow co-habs in awkward places, like: the toilet before/after you/them have done a poo, in the shower area which is VERY small and you are both pretty much naked and he has half a wallaby, in the comon room when there are only two of you and the dude that does the dishes is staring at both of you expectantly, waiting for you to entertain him...


• booking a train to rome via the internet - possibly one of the hardest things i have ever done in my whole entire life


• meeting american soliders who did not believe we were australian, who INSISTED we were british and who have a penchant for 17yr old girls.


• having an american solider almost break down the door when i was mid-pee because he needed to pee and he had no manners so he decided to be a complete arse and scare the crap out of me soo much that i peed on my leg...arsehole


• freezing our arses off by the river sienne, but thoroughly enjoying getting phuenomia, because we were taken under the wings by the most awesome french kids ever.


• going french bar hopping and avoiding drink spiking


• having a number of anxiety attacks on public transport and almost being crushed to death by metro rush hour foot traffic.

so, as you can see we have been having a great time. we just arrived in rome and have spent the last 1.5 hrs searching desperatley for a laundry to wash our clothes because france didn't seem to have any laundry mats.
no one speaks english here ------NO ONE! its kinda awesome because it makes you want to learn how to speak italian....but also, it is kinda crap because i have realised that the world we have landed ourselves in now is this gigantic karmic land for me...after saying out loud too many times, that people should at least learn english before holidaying in australia, i have experienced in the short time i have been here much hostility in return for only knowing bonjourno principessa!

it has been quite interesting being here though. everyone just kinda stares at us. not just a normal stare...but like a omg stare, you know? its kinda annoying.

anyhoo, i scored a really cheap awesome b and b over the net. we are staying with this wonderful lady, susanna. i think that perhaps susanna used to be a performer, very popular with the men, has scammed one or two and now takes the easy road in life because she can and because she deserves to. her eyebrows are painted black and arched high, whilst her smile is a shocking red, but cheeks are soothing pink.

i have decided to adopt her as my second mother.

the train ride from france to italy was amaaaaaazing. we landed this carriage with three guys and some asian bird who ate TOO LOUDLY. no one in our compartment knew how to smile or even pretended to want to smile. we quickly got the fark out of there, made new friends down the carriage, but were then interupted by an abrupt stop.

there was a train with bombs and explosives that was stopped because the bombs and explosives were not packed properly...this enabled us to make friends with the dudes that worked on the train, we got a little drunk with them and they ended up giving us our own carriage.

so anyhoo, the plans for tonight are to book some tours, eat some pizza and try get some tickets for the ballet.

oh, and to try not to get mugged.

peace