Where in the World?

Special Bulletin		Some Spanish arseholes stole our day-pack which had in it email addresses for people we have met on our journey. If you only gave us your address out of politeness, then hurray you're off the hook. However if you do want to keep in touch then you'll have to do it first, by sending an email to rozrough@hotmail.com or nkinraid@yahoo.com. Mumu and Kath, we have yours so don't worry.
Country		France
City		Gay Paris
Date		19th August 2004
Doing		Watching Olympics in Spanish. Checking out David Beckhams dressing room (well an exact replica).
Health		Fine and Dandy, except Nick. Who has the sniffles.
Drinking		Crappy French red wine made palatable by the addition of coke. Cider
Eating		Cobb and Co style. With a fill-out-yourself menu. Jambon et Fromage bagette. Hey, thats bloody ham and cheese again!
Tan		Being washed away by French rain.
Money		It's disappearing at an increasing and alarming rate.
Locals		So far the Spanish are the rudest people we have met so far. Except the old lady who gave us homemade cake.
Where to Next?		Itinerary
Latest Message		Did the Musuems/galleries, and now know everything we never wanted to know about art. We especially enjoyed the Neo-plasticism and it's disdain for diagonal lines. Visited the Real Madrid club and were reminded over and over that they are the best team in the world. They even have a plate which says so. Caught up with Rebecca and drank Sangria at an Irish pub and watched the olympic opening ceremony. San Sebastian had the best Mariachi band we have heard so far. And finally saw a bullfight. Not really sure what the hoo-hah is about. Wouldn't go again. Our Bordeaux wine tour was cut short by a whistle happy train guard and torrential rain. Got our camera back safe and well and have some photos of the last month. Just arrived in Paris for 5 nights.
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