We all have to say goodbye, sometime

Trip Start Jun 26, 2004
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Trip End Jan 2005


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Tuesday, August 24, 2004

Hello all, from London this time. This is where my trip ends, our final destination. The trip from Prague to Amsterdam was long, but, not worth it. Guess what, we traveled all the way from Prague, caught the 6 am train, just to spend one night partying in Amsterdam and guess what happened? Yeah, we decided to take a nap and overslept. Justen woke up and was like, "Time to party guys, what time is it?"
Mike responds, "5 am"
"Fuck!"
A few hours later the group separated because I hopped on a train to Paris and met Cecile. She took me around Paris, to places that "are the most beautiful in Paris", her favorite spots. We went to the Palais Royal and a rooftop cafe where you can see the whole city, the Eiffel Tower, the Seine... everything. It was awesome.
I also had the fortune to go to a Parisian party on Saturday. Everyone spoke French, though so I felt a little out of place. It was fun though, even though I couldn't avoid talking about Bush. I was asked what my opinions were and they were curious to know my point of view, as an American. I really don't like talking about politics, but I told everyone why I supported Bush and his policies and why I would vote for him in the fall election.
On Monday I went to the Arc de Triumph (the A-unit's arranged meeting point) and waited... and waited... great, they either missed their train in Amsterdam or overslept. But no... they made it to Paris but had an exciting weekend of their own...
On arriving in Paris Justen and Mike hung out with Bud and toke him around Paris. There wasn't much to do the first night, except miss out on dancing with some hot girls because Justen doesn't do techno, he needs hip hop and only hip hop. But not just any hip hop, American hip hop.
The next night Mike and Justen met some girls who took them to another club, a really popular club that everyone knows about. It's called Queen. The club was 70% guys, but the guys were dancing with the guys. Some dude hit on Mike and another one grabbed Justen's ass.
We did finally meet up on Monday, I went to their hotel but didn't find them. As I left though a very elated and relieved Mike shouted my name from down the street. He thought if he didn't find me that he would be sleeping on the streets that night.
All three of us got a chance to hang out for a while before me and Mike left for London and Justen left for Rome. We said goodbye to Justen at the train station and goodbye to all his antics and all the wild turns he steered us through on this trip.
Rain, rain, rain. This is London, and it's cold too. Our first night was interesting. Nothing is open on a Monday night, and the pubs in London close at 11 pm. So we wandered into Camden where we met some "characters."
This afternoon me and Mike went to the British Museum. I remember going with my parents and my grandfather when I was little, on the same trip where I went to Paris for two days. This was my favorite museum, not just because I can read all the informational plaques, though.
This is all fun and everything but on Saturday Mike leaves to fly back home and I'll be left alone here in this huge city to first, find a job and second, to find a place to live. The closer I come the more nervous I get. I really don't do well on my own, as you can see with my experiences in Pamplona and the English Garden.
One bright spot in all of this is that the English aren't as bad as I had figured they would be. They aren't all snobs and cold. In fact, most are downright loud and trashy. Sorry all you Brits, this is what I've observed.

Bye all,
and until next time,
Rob
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