Day 1 - Saturday, 8th July 2006
LONDON
Had another nice breakfast at Brunei House, Bayswater with Yulia & family before our trip to Paris. Funny but can't help feeling a bit sad to leave this warm place. After much arguing, we decided to leave 2 excess baggages. Again luckily Uncle Yusin & wifey agreed to take in these two. I really can't imagine how my trip'd be without these caring souls.
Mudahan murah rezeki kita Uncle, Auntie! :)
We left Victoria Station after lunch. Sakai ku eh! My first train ride!

Train tickets to Paris
What a novelty, travelling from one country to another in an airconditioned box on tracks- no traffic jam, no leaving the ground. (The midflight shakes while flying over India a few days ago nearly make me nazar for the unthinkables). I also love the Underground. So closely connected, so efficient (let's not talk about the 7/7 ok?).

Effty smiles - check the guy behind her, yummy :D
1
The short trip through the tunnel beneath the English Channel was as memorable as a quick snore. Which I literally did. Siapa jua kan meliat kehitaman tunnel kan?
* * * * *
PARIS
Arrived at Paris Gare Du Nord at 5ish. Eh, I thought the train ride was only 2 hours?
It turns out that France is an hour ahead of UK. Bagus lah then, Brunei is only 7 hours ahead. ;p.

Arriving at Paris Gare Du Nord Train Station
1
BEGGARS IN PARIS
An indian-looking girl approached us and asked if we spoke English. When we hesitatingly affirmed, she held out a piece of paper that basically read that she was from Bosnia, her parents were ill in the Hospital and she had no money for food. Effty said that we did not have any change and the girl mocked our apologies before pouncing on to the next victim. Beggars in Paris? Not your typical first impression of the City of Light.
1
TAXI & TRAFFIC JAM
Culture shocked and jet lagged, we decided to take a taxi to our hotel in La Defense rather than brave Metro or Paris Underground.
1
Paris sure is crazy. After the beggar incident, we were standing in a queue at the Taxi bay outside the train station when we witnessed our first (and thankfully last) traffic accident. A car tried to go through a narrow street between a parked van and another parked car. Usually the common sense displayed by any drivers I have seen so far would be to decelarate and inch their way carefully through. However this time the French guy just tried to speed his way out, and managed to fantastically removed the van and the other parked car's side mirrors, denting his car in both sides. Gila banar. Hehee...

Bata Shoestore in Paris! 1
Luckily also, the French Taxi driver was friendly although a bit lost. Effty was muttering, "Kamah jua ah Paris ani" before the taxi driver mentioned that these people are "crazy" and there were no white men around. Turned out that to escape traffic, we took a shortcut (which turned out to be very~ lengthy) across a Black/Arab only street called Barbase. I stopped from my guidebook browsing to take in the sights. Macam-macam ada. ("I think I just saw someone taking a piss")
1
Because I was so bangang by this side of Paris I never expect to see, I did not get to take so photos. Stupid racial profiling made me scared to even take out my camera. What a horrible feeling.
1
However, Effty did take some photos, though they are not that informative, but jadi lah ah.

Checking out places to visit in some French Taxi

Oil Prices in Paris 1
Arriving at our hotel at La Defense, we were once again unnerved - this time by the Hotel sign posted at the lift - that management would not be responsible for any valuables left in the room while the guest is out. Hotel Citea Leonard Da Vincci is a 2 star studio apartment. You would have to leave your key at the reception (which opens 24-7, thank God) when you go out and there were no safe to place our travel document or any valuables. Yay. Peace of Mind indeed.