Paris and blisters

When Greenberg remarked on the train that "My dog will probably be dead by the time that Im back in England" we all chuckled, but have now kind of realised that well be gone for a considerable amount of time. That said, we didnt have any complaints...until we arrived in Paris.
After having found a hostel before we set off, we arrived to find it completely booked out. We decided to reserve for the following nights, leave half our luggage there, and trek to another hostel about 40 minutes away that had been recommended to us. That too was full. We eventually found a one star hotel with a room with 3 beds, went out for a meal during which time the hoteliere said that he would install a 4th bed. On arrival back from our cheap Cambodian meal, we found a rotten, torn and revolting fold out matress on the floor. That was our 4th bed. We decided to toss coins for who would sleep on it, and naturally Mark, or the disgusting hippo (because hes disgusting and looks like a hippo) naturally lost. Luckily for the rest of our delight, hed also not bothered to bring his sleeping bag from the other hostel, so decided to sleep in his jeans and belt instead.

The next day we woke and made our way to Notre Dame, which was very beautiful. The rest of the day was a pretty average tourist wander through the city, which included a really shit, but free, art exhibition. But it was really shit.

On our way back to the hostel that night (after visiting the Eiffel Tower but not climbing it; thats tomorrow), we met a very drunk homeless man called Fabrice. He was babbling on about all sorts of things and desperately wanted to take a photo of us. It took him about 5 minutes to get the camera facing the right way. Eventually he took it, but as we started walking off insisted we had photos of all of us together. We agreed, but whenever we had our photo taken with him, hed start kissing us and licking us on the face; the cheek, the mouth, just anything. So eventually we said our goodbyes (he kissed us twice on the cheek and wished us a happy new year).

We got back to the hostel and although I think this happened earlier in the evening, had our first argument of the journey. Greenberg had wanted to pop his blister over our toilet, which me and Sam were vehemently against. After trying hard to convince Greenberg that we were merely asking him a favour by asking him to go and do it somewhere else, he complied. Luckily no hard feelings were held and the blister residue isnt in our room.

On Monday were going to Vienna. Hopefully something more interesting will have happened for me to write about. If you want a disgusting exagerration of all of this, find out Sams blog address, I cant remember its address. Either way, I will be writing again shortly.