Bonjour!

So I arrived in Paris and it was madness. Apparently the day I came was the longest day of the year and in Paris its celebrated with the Fete de musique and a huge festival. there is live music EVERYWHERE. it was the coolest thing. I checked in my hostel and then walked beside the canal near my hostel. It was unreal. I got a video of an old guy rocking out to a dj, people creating their own marching band in the street, and much impromptu dancing. One thing that really caught my attention was the attendance of a certain person in each of the groups of people I saw dancing around the various music events. This would be the "awkward old white guy" (AOWG for short). This guy was more then likely a tourist in each situation because all of the AWOG's I witnessed this night had either a large hat with awkward brim, or long neck covering, or some sort of man purse/ fanny pack combo strapped to his body. While I did in fact see at least four separate AWOG's during my exploration of Paris this night, my favorite had to be the one enjoying the traditional African music. He found it appropriate to go to the middle of the watching crowd and 'get his grove on' as I'm sure he would have described it. This guy actually put his fanny pack down and did some sort of pepper grinder dance to the African drumming- everyone really enjoyed it.

After that excellent introduction to the city I went for a tour the next day. So I saw all the good stuff: The louvre, Arch du Triumphe, and of course, the Eiffel tower. Really really cool to actually see all these things. Of course I went up the tower and saw the view. On the tour I met a few Aussie girls who were staying at the same hostel that I was staying at. Really great people. however, all the aussies Allie and I met seemed to be from Melbourne so we're pretty sure that there is no one left there.

Anyways these girls convinced me to go on a pub crawl with them, put on by one of the tour companies. So we headed out and met the guide- these guy basically just yelled a lot, liked to swear, and pretty well just spazed out constantly. Well the crawl was super fun and we made it out to quite a few pub and met tonnes of cool people. Basically the crawl is to show people places to go, gives people on the crawl drink specials, and then they give you some rancid shot for every drink you buy. The drink specials are some different weirdo cocktail at each bar followed by the free shot- which equals hang over city.

The next day I was traveling back to Scotland. To get home I had to take a forty minute trip on the metro, a hour long bus trip to the airport, an hour long flight, and then a hour long train. Alright then no problem. Step one metro- well this was going fine except for my whole 15kg backpack on my back that I had to stand up wearing through the whole forty minutes, meanwhile the heat and smells of the metro actually required me to focus and take deep breaths like no other so that I didn't hurl everywhere. Bus trip- went better right off the bat- I got a seat, and I got to sleep. No worries though, the rest of the trip went well as well. And Edinburgh had never looked so good!