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I assume that most of you know that I’m 17, and that I try to be as mature as I possibly can [bar the fart jokes, toilet jokes, and sex jokes]. With that in mind, would you think less of me if I said that I thought Disneyland Paris was MINDBLOWING?
I’ll admit now that I’m not much of a rollercoaster kind of guy: I’m the type of person who would rather get in a bumper car, and adhere to as many road traffic laws as I can, whilst displaying an air of decorum as every other person smashes into me...
Monday, 15 February 2010
Saturday, 13 February 2010
15:47
Ravi Amruth
[Day 2] The roads of Paris reminded me of a cross between the villages of Spain, and London. The driving conditions, however, reminded me of India. I don't know what French drivers have for breakfast, but it either makes them super-courageous, or super-blind. Upon returning to the more civilised roads of Britain, I thought that it was a miracle that, in the weekend I had spent in France, I had managed to escape with both my life, and without any tyre marks on my anatomy. Ducking, diving, and swerving;...
Monday, 1 February 2010
20:58
Ravi Amruth
Being British, the stereotype of the French being narcissistic, arrogant, overly-suave buggers has forever been around me, and like many others, I have also joined in with the playful banter about our southern neighbours without actually going to France. So my feelings were slightly mixed when I took up the opportunity to go to Paris for a weekend.[Day 1]Leaving on the 4.31 Eurostar from St. Pancras International, bound for Paris, Gare du Nord, there was a sense of camaraderie between...
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