My experience of Paris so far has been the inside of a tidy hotel in Rue de Rocroy. I think getting sick has pissed Mike off even more than it’s pissing me off, but who can blame him. I’m not particularly bummed about missing out on touristy sight seeing; this shitty city feels like a venus flytrap waiting to pounce and digest me in some manner of filthy ooze.
It looks like the trip’s going to be cut short, as long as I can find flights back to Sydney. Vive Australie! Ah I like the sound of that.
