Schools

(My role model)

Schools in London are as varied and multicultural as you'd expect of such a varied and multicultural city. For those not in the know - I've been working in London as a teacher on both long term and short term placements. In order to do this I was working with a few teaching agencies (four to be exact) but this meant that I could be sent all over the city at a moment's notice. I could be asked to teach something that I might, or might not know to a bunch of kids that could range from primary school to high school. While my official teaching method should have been science I have taught almost every subject at least once as schools desperately try to get their money's worth for having me there and cram up my timetable with things I am extremely unfamiliar with. You want me to teach history? Spanish? Why the fuck not.

So I thought I'd enlighten y'all to some of the school experiences I've had since arriving. London schools can be intense. I've changed at least one letter of each school name to protect their privacy. heh.

Zarris Zacademy
Marketed as an 'outstanding' all girls school... My first day at Zarris deteriorated into Shaquanda and Shaznae on the floor wrestling trying to rip each others' weaves out. Fortunately since that lesson behaviour hasn't been so bad but I'm just so tired of stupid sassy behaviour from the stupid sassy girls. Who is teaching these bitches to be so annoying?! It's systemic throughout London somehow. My main issue with Zarris Zacademy though is that it is pretty much run as a business. All academies are. The girls barely get any breaks and classes run from 8:30am to 4:00pm which is a bit much. The staff aren't overly polite but who cares - I wasn't exactly gagging to hang around.

("This is coming out of your break time")

Zow Zoys Zigh Zchool:
Ahh Zow. I spent 9 months here as part of my post-summer-no-money freak out. Zow was easily the most stressful experience of my life to date. I was stuck at an all-boys school with the lowest ability kids in years 9, 10 and 11 (with a regular year 7 and 8 class on top) and every class was a battle. A god damned battle. One of my students I never met because he was in jail, one was arrested for shoplifting, another for possession of drugs, two for attacking someone on the street. Two students threaten to punch me in class and one threatened to attack me on the walk to the station. There was often fights in the class, threats, shitty behaviour, disrespect to the EXTREME, and still I would slog away making lesson plans and marking shit ... I loved the staff though. I made some really great friends.

(Or just caring less in general)

Zaint Zabrielle's
I worked here for a month in the midst of another money crisis. This was an all girls school that had just started introducing boys into the first year level. I was thrown into a science faculty with no real head of department, with no real instructions, no plans, no curriculum and no communication from the higher ups. I just sort of had to make stuff up for every class. Then strangely enough the person I was covering came back but wasn't taking classes? He would sit in the staff room trying to avoid the students. Again, no explanation. The stand out student from hell here was god damned Modupe who was so full of attitude it was oozing out of her stupid ugly face. Don't try to use religion to tell me you're a good person Modupe while you're being such a fucking bitch.

 
Zardinal Zaughan
A somewhat prestigious all boys school. I believe a previous Prime Minister sent his sons there however I'm not sure so don't ask me any more questions.. Very well behaved boys with a lot more 'Benedicts' and 'Maximillians' than one would expect on the class list. It was a very religious school though... At 12pm the prayer bell would go and all the students would stand up and recite a paragraph of a prayer from heart - we're talking like 5 full minutes of prayer said in the most boring droll tone. I taught a lot of RE here (go figure) and a lot of the work was this wanky stuff like "Write down 10 things you think are beautiful" or "Write your life story" blah blah. Everyone was a bit snobby though which got irritating very quickly but still ... at least it was calm and peaceful for the most part.

(In a pie chart no less)

Zarylebone Zirls Zchool
Filled with wealthy white girls - this school was always an easy but painfully dull day. More often than not the tasks left by the teachers involved making flash cards or some kind of boring revision. If the class was fun you could have a chat but often the girls would just kind of sit there quietly and get the work done. At lunch times I would walk around the extremely wealthy neighbourhood in my cheap clothes and grab something to eat. It's a whole other world and it's mega boring.


Zkinner Zacademy
This school used to be rough as guts until they brought in a SUPER HEAD TEACHER who whipped the school into shape. Discipline followed this strict format - One warning -> sent outside for five minutes -> Taken away by senior leadership and torn to shreds (verbally). It was so strange to see the kids adhering to the discipline system; kind of like watching a ferocious tiger perform tricks. Even as a substitute teacher I was given superficial respect. It may have only been superficial but hey! I'll take it!


Zonsuch Zigh Zchool
I went here on a strike day last year. I'm obviously not in the British Teacher's Union so I don't mind teaching during a strike. This is an all girls school that took me over an hour and a half to get to but was so worth it. I was teaching RE again (really ... go figure) and the girls were so mature and thoughtful in their class discussions. They were considerate of others, voiced their views eloquently, listened and respected each other ... I left with the feeling of "This is teaching" and it's stayed with me ever since. A thought I must consider when put in my usual position of explaining to students why it's not OK to spit in the classroom for example. Unfortunately due to the distance I haven't been back to this school. I simply can't get there in time!

(THE BELL DOESN'T DISMISS YOU - I DO)

Zorth Zridge Zouse
Set in leafy Hampstead this is a school full of wealth. This is a fee paying school so poor people can't get in - I would pay good money to watch these wealthy people quiver in fear in the depths of east London. The view of London on the top floor is actually spectacular. This is one of those schools wherein you set the work and they will sit there quietly and just do it. There have been times when I've made conversation with the students (in effect stopping them from working) because I was bored and wanted something to do. The school lunch is top quality it must be said - they have a vegetarian option, a meat option, a special of the day, soup, full salad bar, fucking SEEDS, desserts, juice and everything. Yassss.
 

Zaggerston Zchool
The last school that I worked at in London. I had previously been turning down longer term positions at schools because they require marking, planning and a general lack of a social life. However I accepted a three week post at this school simply as it was physically the closest possible school to my apartment - literally a 3 minute walk away. I was fortunate to find that as a school it was pretty great! Great students, great teachers, great atmosphere. I was further lucky to discover that they wanted to keep me until I left the UK which was actually the best thing that could have happened to me in London. My workload was quite light as I had student teachers working with me, I got to work with some low ability kids which I really enjoy, I was saving loads of money on transport, I could go out in the evenings and still be on time the next day... My last few months in London were amazing because of this school.

(2 weeks .... covered in red wine and curry)

These were just some examples of the schools I worked in. For a large part of my time in London however I worked at a series of PRU schools. PRU - Pupil Referal Units - are 'schools' that take kids who have been rejected from mainstream schools usually for behaviour. Generally kids spend a few days there, however, if the problem persists they are sent there permanently. Turns out though that putting bad kids together doesn't actually result in an overall improvement of behaviour. WHO KNEW?! I spend most of my time in the primary school division as the kids are small and can be restrained ... those secondary kids can be a menace.

Zew Zegents Zollege
I spent about 2 months here largely working one-on-one with a child. He lived with a carer and had to catch a taxi there every morning - a 1.5 hour journey each way. He wasssss annoying for the most part but unfortunately his bad behaviour did seem largely to be a choice and not from an inner rage. On my second day with him he repeatedly tried to punch me, ripped my shirt and eventually sprained my thumb because I wanted him to do some writing. He refused to do most work and when we played soccer inside (he wasn't allowed outside as he never behaved afterwards) and I won he would get angry. I won a lot actually! He was just super rude, unpleasant, ungrateful to those trying to help and just a bit of a chore to be around. You can imagine after 5 weeks of spending all day, every day with just him and me in a classroom things got tiresome.

This school actually had a 'time out' room which my charge was sent to a fair few times in the beginning. This is a room that has nothing in it, only a carpeted floor and bare walls. Once inside the kids can't get out until someone lets them out. Obviously a gross fire hazard but pretty valuable when a kid just needs to get it all out without hurting others. Often they scream and hammer on the door until they're tired and then we can sort the issue out. Fascinating.

Zew Ziver
Another fun aspect of PRU schools is the security pass. Almost every door requires a security pass to get through and there are just generally a lot of adults around. A class of 5 kids (classes rarely exceed 6) will have at LEAST one teacher and one teaching assistant in the class. There are people roaming the corridors each with walkie-talkies in case something happens and they need to summon help. The teaching assistants are often 'burly' for want of a better word and are so, so much help. Especially for skinny white guys who have stepped into the school/zoo for the first time. Here I taught mostly art but all the students wanted to do was play rap music on youtube. They were nice kids.


Zambell Zrimary Zentre
This school was the step before a full on PRU school and usually the kids here are sent back to mainstream. There are some problem kids but they just need to be taught things like turn-taking and not snatching stuff (i.e. basic manners). I worked here on a part-time basis for a while but the school needed someone to take over permanently and I was not that man so we decided I should leave so they could find someone more willing. Highlights include a student ripping down every piece of decoration in a class room, colouring after lunch (yassss), watching the awkward kids trying to play basketball and FREE TIME ON FRIDAYSSSS.

(Life goal)

Zeleanor Zegent Zentre
I worked here just once when their usual cover teacher couldn't work. Almost immediately I got this feeling of timid anxiety from the other teachers at introducing a new person into the school. I had a one on one chat with the principal who was trying to subtly warn me about the school - never a good sign. It essentially featured 6 classrooms facing onto one basketball court. It felt a bit suffocating (it felt like a prison) but the kids were actually not bad. Not great but ... yeah not bad. Just like other PRU schools it would be about 5-7 kids with at least one additional teaching assistant in the room. No major dramas happened whatsoever - but there WAS a pretty amazing Caribbean style lunch on! PRU schools always have the best lunches.


There were of course many other schools and these were only a sample. Teaching in London required me to work harder for less money than in Australia to kids that were often pretty crap. I'm not sure if teaching is for me but I'll at least give it another go in Australia before I completely call it quits.

Wish me luck babes.

Iceland

(In need of adventure)

The land of Ice and Fire ... but mostly ice. Who decides to go to Iceland in February? This guyyyy. As my last trip out of the UK before my trip back to Aus I was hoping to get a glimpse into the beauty hidden in the country to the north and to have a bit of an adventure outside of London!

I knew that getting around may be tricky so in order to avoid having to organise buses etc. I opted just to get a rental car. It was my first time driving in two years, it was on the other side of the road to what I'm used to, and let's not forget the ice and snow covering a large majority of the roads but hey it was certainly doable and there were only a few issues in the end ... but more on that later.

(Hey babe)

(suck it up, bitch)

I arrived quite late on a Monday night and had arranged to stay with my friend Stefan. I spent the next day wandering around Reykjavic and just kind of hanging out. Reykjavic can sort of be 'done' in about half a day. You could stretch it out if you really wanted to but it's a very small city. Iceland's population is really small so everyone seems to know everyone else - even if it's simply recognising them on the street. Fascinating.


So the next day I set out in the car to explore the Golden circle which is a series of popular sites to see that sit largely on a closed circuit from Reykjavic. Some of the sites are pretty lame (geothermal plant I'm looking at you) but I did decide to check out the more natural elements. A rift valley between two continental plates was an opportunity to stretch my legs (and my first time slipping on ice in Iceland). The geyser was a satisfying experience in natural wonder - that thing goes off about every 10 minutes ... every 10 minutes. Finally, Gullfoss waterfall was a mighty power to behold; the force and temperature of the wind was rattling let alone the water below.

(Crapping my pants at the prospect of driving)

(Strokkur being the BEST)

(Gulfoss raging beneath me)

Organising myself isn't really a strong point and Iceland was no exception. I was really quite fortunate to meet a travel buddy very early on who was willing to come exploring with me. The added bonus was this travel buddy, Rafal, knew Iceland extremely well and knew exactly where to go. So after spending a night somewhere around the Golden Circle the PLAN was to go grab him from Reykjavic and then haul ass to the east side.

The PLAN, as it were, was thrown awry by a severe storm. Only in Iceland has the weather ever been such a dramatic obstacle to overcome. The hostel owners were giving out free nights accommodation to try and convince people not to brave the roads as they can be extremely dangerous. Kris, however, had places to be! Things to do! So early the next morning while the weather looked fine I set out in my lil' bright red car to get back to Reykjavic. The owner of the hostel advised me on a route and off I went.

(I'm not hearing a 'no' ... oh wait shit)

To cut a long story short I ended up in a mother fucking BEAST of a snowstorm. There were points where all I could see was white. Literally that's all I could see. This ordeal went on for about 40 minutes. There were two or three times when I thought "shit. I'm not going to get through this" but I plowed on as there wasn't much other alternative. I noticed at a point of moderate visibility that a car on the other side of the road had got stuck and could see people desperately trying to shovel snow away while being stung by the blizzard. I got through it and I can laugh about it now but Jesus Christ! The rest of the day was a bit of a write off!

(Hanging out with Jesus and friends)

We finally begun our adventure the next morning by driving for 7 hours to a glacial lagoon out to the east. I didn't really know what to expect from the words 'glacial lagoon' but I was very pleasantly surprised to find a beach full of massive chunks of ice. It sounds simple in theory but it was oddly satisfying to experience. The drive there took us past vast expanses of pure white snow and around striking mountains that fill the landscape. Snow is not my natural element so to be surrounded by it was fascinating. The whole landscape was transformed into a beautiful black and white painting. We managed to fit in two other glaciers that day before settling down in a hotel to avoid yet another barrage of wind.

(I'm cringing too)

Early the next day we began to make our way back to Reykjavic stopping at various sights along the way. The weather had become noticeably sunnier which miraculously melted a lot of the ice (SCIENCE!) which suddenly gave rise to a completely different landscape to the snowy fields on the way there.

Black beach - a cave of icy stalagmites, black sand and the ferocious sea blasting the foamy white water across it.

(Yassss)

(Yass black beach yasssss)

Dyrhlaey Lighthouse - The southernmost point of Iceland not only gives you a fantastic and uplifting thrill it's also an opportunity to sit among the flying sea birds as they circle en masse on the warm air.

(My hair being stupid in yet another country)

(So picturesque I can't even ...)

Waterfalls - All very impressive but the last one we visited was especially beautiful. Rafal showed a hidden route around the side that places you front and centre of the powerful waterfall. Not only does each breath in fill your lungs with icy air but god damn you get soaked. ha.

(Probs better in summer but still pretty rad)

(POWER)

(Rafal isn't much of a smiler. It's on the inside)

Geothermal pool - hidden away from sight this geothermal pool was quite cold except at the point where the volcano-heated water entered... and there we huddled for warmth.

(The water was NOT as warm as expected. Worth doing though)

Our trip came to an end and I returned the rental car with a slight scratch that I managed to hide pretty darn well (thanks to a red crayon and a well placed droplet of water). I spent the rest of the day at a film festival and finally at night saw some of Reykjavic's night life which was actually pretty amazing. I was genuinely impressed. Walking around at night before catching my bus to the airport also afforded a view of the AURORA BOREALIS over Reykjavic. I saw it you guys. I finally caught a glimpse in my last few hours in the country and although it was somewhat obscured by the lights of Reykjavic it was still pretty. It was a bit of a teaser though ... I'd like to come back in the future and see it in all of it's full glory - away from the city lights.

Iceland was an incredible experience. It is as beautiful as it's reputation admits but it's a simple beauty. A really sweet beauty that arises from raw elements - sunlight reflecting off lakes, vast open spaces spotted with curious little houses, steam pouring into the sky from volcanic vents. If you simply put the word 'Iceland' into google images you will be smashed in the face with beauty. I feel in winter a lot of it was hidden away (still maintaining a different form) so I'd like to re-visit in the summer months. This was only a small sample of what Iceland has to offer and next time I can't wait to see more.

Ah yes, the scratch in the car. We ended up buying a pastel and trying to colour it in. Failing that we put a drop of water on it when we returned it and no one picked up on it. Swish!

France - Bordeaux / Nante / Kerloc'h

Blanca, my old housemate in London, sent me a message saying she's in Barcelona and that I should visit! Toulouse isn't that far from Barcelona when you look at a map so I thought YEAH!

Toulouse, as it turns out, is about a 6 hour drive from Barcelona and it is a largely uninteresting drive.  The guy taking me there was ok but at times he kept veering between lanes which, after observing a few drivers, seems to happen a lot. Don't just drive in the middle of two lines guyz! This isn't India.

So I get to BCL and find my way to Blanca's apartment and it's awesome! It was just like old times in Whitechapel except this time she's got a new flatmate and we're in a different country. What did I do in Barcelona? Very little actually ... I've been before and I was really just going to hang out with Blanca so during the day I just kind of bummed around the old town, had some tostas, patatas bravas, beer etc. Then at night we explored the Gracia and Borm areas. I feel like this trip to Barcelona was more 'natural' than the last. I suppose I haven't really gone back to visit cities that I've travelled to. There's a sense of familiarity ...

(YEAH!)

(The English spirit lives on)

My sojourn to Barcelona was short lived though and I ended up jumping into another car to Bordeax after just two awesome nights. The trip to and from Barcelona ended up being a bit expensive and took quite a while hahaa... I can't say I regret it but I frown a bit when I look at my credit card. Actually I was really lucky with the car I got into (lucky in regards to convenience... the guy didn't speak any English so that wasn't great). I left it to the very last minute - surprise! - but the ride was put up super last minute as well which saved a lot of hassle.

In Bordeaux I had arranged to stay with Sebastien from Couchsurfing whom I knew absolutely nothing about besides the countries he had been to, one picture on his profile, and his exceptional English in the messages to arrange things. The couch surfing website can sometimes have some pretty bare profiles I must say. However because there's nothing on their profiles I don't have any issues sending a hasty request and luckily it turned out he was pretty cool. I was his first couchsurfer (setting the bar high obvs) so he was really generous.

As it was a weekend we decided to get in the car and drive out to wine country. An hour or so later we were in Saint Emilion - a beautiful town and area famous for it's red wine. The famous Bordeaux red wine! The town is very easy to explore but still so satisfying! We found a nice restaurant and indulged in some duck (a speciality of France's south west) and wine until we visited a vineyard for a wine tasting.

(Rows of them)

(€25 was the cheapest bottle)

Out of the group of 11, 8 of us only spoke English. Despite this fact, the tour guide spent twice as long with his French explanation than his English explanation and managed to make the same joke twiiiiice. It culminated in a tasting at the end and some obligatory buying of wine... but I didn't buy any (Sebastien did so pressure off). I get that good wine should be properly enjoyed but I don't want to look like a fucking twit with every sip so ... I might just stick to my current method of drinking wine normally instead of aerating it noisily and swishing it about in my mouth.

(Tried the grapes and yeah! Not bad!)

I was in a bit of a rush to head northwards actually. I had made plans the month before to stay somewhere in France through the helpx website. It's like couchsurfing but you help them out doing whatever they need in return for free food and free accommodation - so I needed to be around for that. This necessitated only one night in the city of Nantes but even then I managed to get a nice tour of the town (something I never actually did in Bordeaux!) and still pulled it off relatively cheaply. Bravo to me.

Since Nante I've come to a small little Bed and Breakfast near Camaret-sur-mer. It's a nice house right by a beach and it's lovely! Everyone is really warm and friendly, the work is quite light (I'm fixing a bird house at the moment), the food is incredible if vegetarian and after lunch I'm free to just hang out and explore the area!

(Moon AND sunset sans pollution or buildings or whatever)

(Snorkelling with a loose mask results in mild panic. Pretty though.)

(Some of the company at the bed and breakfast)

The owners are really lovely and there are two other helpers around too, a cool girl from New Zealand and a Moroccan/French guy. We usually spent our afternoons together either going to a beach or just hanging out in the lounge room. My tea and vegetable consumption both skyrocketed during my stay. I got massively into brioche, got a bit sunburned, did NOT learn much French, Watched some cool movies and made the worst pavlova I've ever made or been witness too. It was all very relaxing, however, there were some peculiarities.

(The birdhouse I made!)

There were just a lot of times when there was touching that I would deem inappropriate (Me. Kris Burridge. Would find inappropriate). Particularly from one of the owners to the Kiwi girls. He kept offering her these massages and although she was interested in learning how to give massages they apparently became quite tantric? I, however, as a man was not offered a massage. It was all just a bit more intimate than normal. Don't get me wrong, I've been in much weirder situations with much more overt behaviour but this is a bed and breakfast!

I stayed for just one glorious week and then made my journey to Paris. A Journey that started at 6:30am and ended at 3:30pm. Which is certainly not the longest trip I've ever made but I was in a car with two people that didn't speak English (it was bound to happen eventually) so I just kind of chilled out in the back and was a bit antisocial.

My host in Paris, Yannis, was a nice guy but he was very quiet. It took a lot of energy to get a smile and after a while you have to think "why try?". He worked during the day so I spent the time exploring. On the first day I walked from Bastille (where I was staying) to the Arc de Triomphe. It was a nice walk past a lot of brasseries and shops. It seems that every road I walked past had some beautiful building at the end of it, not least of all the arc itself. I was told that the view from the top is the best in Paris but just as I was considering it I decided instead to meet up with Arnaud instead.

Arnaud is a native Parisian and self-described epicurest. He was very generous and spent two days showing me around his favourite places in Paris. It was great having a guide and he suggested some really great, authentic restaurants too. We spent a lot of time just kind of walking around and enjoying the beautiful weather.

(Yes it's a generic picture but it IS quite impressive as a structure)

(Some gardens as the sun sets)

(Some of the food I mowed into)

As a consequence of meeting a local guide, however, I found I did not really manage to do as many as the touristy things as I perhaps was expecting too. I saw the Notre Dam (beautiful on the outside ... average on the inside), Saw the Louvre but did not enter it - also the bridge with all the locks close by, Had a somewhat hurried trip to the Eiffel Tower as the sun was setting (very pretty time but impossible for posed pictures), saw the city at night from Belleville, and spent most evenings in the Oberkampf area. The cool area. Naturally.

Paris was amazing. People had warned me that it was smelly and dirty but I honestly did not experience any of that at all. For me, the weather was beautiful, the food was lovely, the people were kind and the city itself was marvellous. Expensive though - Paris is fucking expensive. Also it is, obviously, a touristic city. I understand the nature of tourism but at one stage I was stuck between two bus groups in the Notre Dame for about 4 minutes as people idly shuffled by each other with those stupid ear piece things.

(This terrible photo was taken by some Australians (Surprise!). They suggested a strong man pose)

So it's been a long journey. Cologne - Hamburg - Schwerin - Berlin - Leipzig - Dresden - Prague - Brno - Ceske Budejovice - Cesky Krumlov - Prague again - Munich - Lyon - Montpellier - Toulouse - Barcelona - Bordeaux - Nantes - Quimper - Kerloc'h - Paris. There have been some great times aaaand times where I've thought "This isn't even fun. I'm just tired and stressed". However I can say that I've appreciated the trip as a whole and I'm glad I got to spend a good amount of time exploring some amazing countries and meeting some great people. Hopefully the next time I come back it'll be a little more organised (but only a little bit) and more of a re-visiting than an exploration of a new frontier.

I wonder if I'll travel again before I leave London? Hmmm...

France - Lyon / Montpellier / Toulouse

(This is where I am y'all)

The journey that should have only (only) taken about 8/9 hours ended up taking about 11 hours which meant I was quite late in getting to my host's  house in Lyon. He had band practice and I literally made it with about 5 minutes to spare. He gave me a quick run-through, a set of keys, then was out the door. So for my first night in France I decided to go to the supermarket and buy some food for some wholesome home cooking. As usual, made too much then ate too much - good times.

The following day my host, Julien, had to work so I just walked around and explored Lyon by myself. The city doesn't really seem that big given the population. I've heard it described as a big little town and I guess that rings true. There's a medieval area, a cathedral on a hill (great views), a shopping area, big squares and all that. It's a nice place! Lots of side streets to wander around in. It was cool to turn a corner and see a beautiful courtyard shaded by a tree with some chairs and tables for the local cafe. There was a lot of nice things to see.

(reflectioning like a boss)

(At the moment I'm sweating like a whore)

(Courtyard YEAH!!)

I met up with Julien in the afternoon to have wine and cheese in the park. He is from a small town outside of Lyon so the wine and cheese were both from his area. Very thoughtful. Instead of going out we just decided to go back to his place and drink some more wine with a bit more chat. Julien is really into heavy metal and I, as it turns out, am not! I must admit though his playlist was decent. We hung out in the park and we busted out a few Red hot chilli pepper classics. I was supposed to help translate the meaning of the lyrics but I suppose like all songs they're a bit vague.

Afterwards we had crepes for dinner! I did mention that I wanted an almost stereotypical French experience and it was almost certainly delivered!

(He loves it)

From Lyon I carpooled again to Montpellier. When travelling it's always nicer to visit the smaller towns but, practically, it can be difficult organising accommodation and transport in France, which means so far I've stuck to the bigger cities - Montpellier included. Indeed, it's a very nice city! You can tell that many parts of it are new because they're so shiny and cleaaan!

We were able to spend some time at the beach which was great! I haven't been to a beach for a very long time and, although I wouldn't really say I'm a beach guy, I really enjoyed it! Jumping in the water then resting on the sand afterwards to dry was just the best! Afterwards we went to an old town inside castle walls. It was a really chilled out day.

(Beach selfie)

(onwards)

Let me say it though ... My couchsurfing host was very strange. Lying down in the street with no explanation, insisting that we keep going to bars, asking to keep my book when I hadn't finished reading it yet, criticising the dinner I had bought for him, suggesting we try French then launching into extremely fast conversation about the current government (then saying I've got a bad accent when I try to speak)... I don't know... My overall conclusion is just that he's a really lonely guy that struggles to make friends and he really wanted people to go to a bar with or just be seen with I suppose. On the second night he wanted to go out and I said, verbatim, "I'm really tired but if you want to go out, we will. I just don't really feel like a nightclub and I guess I'd prefer somewhere close by?"

So of COURSE we ended up at a nightclub that was a 25 minute walk away. When we arrived it was utterly dead (being a Monday night, y'know?). Eventually more people came but my host was trying to meet women in just the worst ways ... touching their hands or grabbing their asses. It did make me feel a bit uncomfortable I'll be honest. It's not my job to be a wingman. I mean, he was going after the bar staff and that's just ... that's just not the done thing.

(There he is. Symbolic)

After Montpellier I managed a lift to Toulouse - another bigger city! I stayed with a really great couple and had a blast! We played petanque on the first night I was there (I'm terrible), explored the city by bike, they had arranged a party before I asked to stay with them and it turned out to be, literally, a wine and cheese party. Turns out one of their friend's house mates was leaving France so they wanted to indulge him before he left ... we had to dress in red, blue, and white and everything! Both the cheese AND wine were lovely! It was MORE lovely to meet their friends and hang out in the nice atmosphere. Everyone was pretty good at English which was a big relief. It didn't feel like a hassle for them to speak it - it seemed quite natural.

(Petanque pros)

(French party prep)

(Wine n cheese demolition)

While exploring the city by bike, my host's girlfriend and I stopped to have some cake at a shop recommended to me by a friend. We were enjoying a nice pear/chocolate crumble when all of a sudden everyone around us got up to leave warily without much of an explanation. Turned out someone had called in a bomb threat! After this flash of adventure we bought some cheese and artisan bread (because it's fucking FRANCE y'all!).

"What is the word contrary to soft?"
"... hard?"
"yes! This cheese is hard!"
"How do you know the word 'contrary' but not the word hard?!"

(This would be a hard cheese! Conveniently the same one Julien offered in Lyon!)

I was planning on going to Bordeaux but then I got a message from an old housemate of mine!