Hello. I was in Paris. Paris. Paris. Mean anything to you? No? Okay. The city of Paris is the capital of Fran- oh, you know that already? Right. So first I saw the Arc Du Triomphe. Big, ever-so-slightly pretentious Napoleonic monument. Then the Eiffel Tower. I climbed up as far as the stairs go, then (dad) paid 1€ for me to have a few minutes looking through a telescope.
Dinner? Pizza at a place recommended by a friend of dad’s whom we stayed and ate with. The only reason I’m mentioning this is because a homeless person came to our table. He pointed at the pizza and mumbled something in French. Then he took a slice. While he was eating, dad took a peek. Clean clothes, clean shaven. Not homeless, just über drunk. We left soon after he fell asleep.
Highlight? Futuroscope. It’s a science-y theme park. My favourite bit was the animals of the future, a fun ride utilising Virtual Reality. It’s great. They project 3D images onto your goggles and you have a thing on your hand so you can interact with the virtual world. You’re strapped into a train. At the end they turn your partner into a green slimy monster. Many screams at this point.
Oh, and we had a little bit of Louvre. I’ve had too many museums. The Mona Lisa was smaller than I expected. I preferred the Futuroscope. You must go there, if you like that sort of thing.
That’s right, readers, I have gone to Bulgaria. Why? To go skiing (read the damn title) and to meet up with the Burns family (Our Travel Lifestyle). And it’s been fun. Apart from a few incidents, it’s been fantastic. Summary:
Day 1: Around 60 mins of snowboard lessons, another hour of using snowboards as toboggans, ten minutes of falling over on the training slope.
Day 2: Switched back to skiing. Did a few refreshers. Got back to my former level of confidence and gung-ho-ness.
Day 3 : Tackled brutal Bulgarian ski runs. Ski’d down to the bottom cable car.
Day 4: Skived with mum. Ahhh, blissful Minecraft.
Day 5: Back to the slopes. I enjoyed myself, but there was lots of wind on the top- which we ski’d through.
Day 6: Learned to do parallel turns with Emil, the mountain’s best extreme ski-er.
Day 7: Hurt my arm on a red. Then I went right up top. I was going to ski right down to the bottom, but then I messed up and badly bruised my shin. And that’s just lovely, innit?
Day 8: That’s today. So I started with a skype-based maths lesson. I then worked my way up into another bruise on the same shin (ow!) and whimpered my way down (with a lot of help) to the middle cable car. Thanks, Emil!
Day 987: The Earth is invaded by Martians and Humanity is wiped out.
Now what? Now we spend two to three more days ski-ing and then go to, um, Plovdiv. And then we go to Sofia. And fly back to England. Hooray. T_T Okay. That’s it. Thanks for suffering through this.