London, Paris, Bremen

London, London right the day I arrived with the original Salone crew

So I have left Freetown about a month or so ago. Since then, I have been in London catching up for a few days, spent a delicious evening with the orginal Salone crew which includes Gio, Cwistle, Kat, Michelle and even that guy.. Bimbola was there! That was a good except heading to a club called Passing Clouds didn't turn out so exciting. I was dying for some dancing action, the boogie woogie and all I got was people twirling, hips-swnging and gyrating to an overdose of Lebanese beats - not exactly what I envisioned for a night out. But otherwise it was cool to see the guys right back in civilisation, in fresh pretty clothes and socks and no more patchy, mouldy outfits! *ching ching*

T bought tickets to Paris and voila.. off we went to the land of passion, romance, wine, beautiful women and men. The last time I was in Paris was 2005 but I never recalled Paris to stink - of piss! Yes, fucking yellow, dirty piss!! You walked along the streets, you smelled piss, you stepped off the metro, you smelled piss! Did I miss something here? It was as though as some point, Paris was dipped into a toilet bowl of piss. Or did someone call Piss Painter ??

So yes, Paris smelled of piss to me, old stained piss. Despite this rather unalluring factor, we had a lovely time. A really really pleasant time. We walked around a lot, eat a mountain of cheese, pate, drank wine, had salad for lunch, blah blah... all the pretty things you do when you're on vacation in Paris. The weather was so hot that I had tanned lines from the sandals I was wearing. But who cares, we are in Paris!

Side note: I noted with glee at the numerous folks lying in the hot sun, soaking up its rays, and hoping to turn honey/caramel/chocolate/carrot colour etc. Have they not heard of skin cancer and how bad roasting yourself in the sun can be? When I was living in Australia, they had adverts reminding Aussies not to tan yourself and stay out of the sun. And I thought: this is exactly why European women (not all) who tanned endlessly in the sun when they were younger get lifeless, saggy skin when they are old! Really. I think Asian owomen would agree with me here. Just look at the Asian women wearing those hats with brims that covers everything, they know what's important for old age, supple and fair skin. Ok, Asian women have another issue to deal - the constant obsession of staying fair, wait.. white is more precise and anything beige, yellow and beyond means not beautiful. It's true. I used to play sports in my teens and my grandmother used to be worried that if I get any darker, I might be thought of as Indian. Hmmm.. She was concerned that a dark skin colour would not make easier for me to find a potential husband in the near future. I have a boyfriend, still not married and I don't think my skin colour would play a factor BUT try telling that to my granny.

Ok, back to the Paris ooh la la.. I realised digression is an absolute skill I have. If only it helps in one's unemployed status. Anyway, we had such a good time until T fell sick, oh poor baby. It was flu-like symptoms and so we self-diagnosed it as swine flu. In that situation we figured it was best to ride the train back to Bremen and which is where we are right now.