Paris Airport

After eight hours at Charles De Gaulle Airport, Paris.........

All I can say is........

Charles De Gaulle, if you could you should do something for the French, this is not good!

Wow, is that my flight they are calling? I have never looked forward so much to clambering onboard a 12 hour flight, one that will take me away from this overcrowded sweat pit!

An argument broke out in the cafeteria earlier! The waitresses said that their service was so slow because ......... it was all in French so I didn't understand a word! The football team that is getting drunk, they don't like the place either! The sockets don't work as I plugged my laptop in and it shutdown unexpectedly. It is still hot, I'm onto my third t-shirt and second pair of socks - I hope the customs at Kaohsiung don't have a shock! The lights keep flickering which seemingly cause headaches due to the complaints around and the abrupt refusal to sell me some water at the newsagents was well, shocking!

I can't quite imitate a French accent here but it went something like "je, changee no haave so piiiiisss offfff".

Right better go and crawl to my flight - some Frog got upset with me and wants (I think) to smash some garlic over my head.

Well, that was Paris - no thanks mate!