I've been back in London almost a month, and I'm appreciating it more and more everyday. As the days get longer and there's more light, and as each day passes without a torrential downpour, I feel a little more attached to this big city. Still, it's time to get out for awhile.
My friend Zak and I decided we wanted to take a trip. Originally, we thought Budapest, as Zak is Hungarian and wanted to go in search of his roots. I wanted to go along to laugh at him as he searched for his roots. You know. Anyways, HowthehelldotheymakemoneyAir doesn't fly there, and we couldn't get cheap enough tickets. So I started poking around for cheaper flights to other destinations. I thought 99 pence to Stockholm, plus fuel tax, was pretty good. Zak was absolutely certain he could find cheaper and I was frankly a little miffed, so I said, "whatever, if you can do better, do better."
Well, he did. He managed to find us tickets to Provence for next weekend, for 10 pounds each. RETURN. TOTAL. RyanAir has sunk to a new low when the ticket costs 1 pence (pent? cent?), and they eat the fuel tax, except for 5 pounds. I mean, WHAT?! C'mon. I decided not to be miffed anymore. Zak is the new king of Budget Travel. So we're going to Nimes, in Provence, which is the birthplace of denim and Perrier. It's built near the old Roman city of Gaul, so there are lots of pretty amphitheatres and aquaducts that will make for nice pics, I'm sure.
The only problem is, something FISHY might be happening in Nimes that weekend. Every hostel and bed and breakfast was booked SOLID, but JUST for that weekend. They were all available at any other time during the month of February, but not the weekend that we'll be there. We eventually found a budget hotel near the city centre that had room for us (god, we sound like Mary and Joseph or something). I'm just worried that it's going to turn out that the World Satanists Convention or the Mary Kay World Summit or the Association of Needlepointers' Annual Meeting or something. Stay tuned for more details...
My friend Zak and I decided we wanted to take a trip. Originally, we thought Budapest, as Zak is Hungarian and wanted to go in search of his roots. I wanted to go along to laugh at him as he searched for his roots. You know. Anyways, HowthehelldotheymakemoneyAir doesn't fly there, and we couldn't get cheap enough tickets. So I started poking around for cheaper flights to other destinations. I thought 99 pence to Stockholm, plus fuel tax, was pretty good. Zak was absolutely certain he could find cheaper and I was frankly a little miffed, so I said, "whatever, if you can do better, do better."
Well, he did. He managed to find us tickets to Provence for next weekend, for 10 pounds each. RETURN. TOTAL. RyanAir has sunk to a new low when the ticket costs 1 pence (pent? cent?), and they eat the fuel tax, except for 5 pounds. I mean, WHAT?! C'mon. I decided not to be miffed anymore. Zak is the new king of Budget Travel. So we're going to Nimes, in Provence, which is the birthplace of denim and Perrier. It's built near the old Roman city of Gaul, so there are lots of pretty amphitheatres and aquaducts that will make for nice pics, I'm sure.
The only problem is, something FISHY might be happening in Nimes that weekend. Every hostel and bed and breakfast was booked SOLID, but JUST for that weekend. They were all available at any other time during the month of February, but not the weekend that we'll be there. We eventually found a budget hotel near the city centre that had room for us (god, we sound like Mary and Joseph or something). I'm just worried that it's going to turn out that the World Satanists Convention or the Mary Kay World Summit or the Association of Needlepointers' Annual Meeting or something. Stay tuned for more details...