Day 1: Only in Paris

Night before 15th of April, I was jittery and nervous since I wasn’t able to ask for Kay’s contact number in Paris. Was very close to booking myself a hotel but she went online at around 2:30am. YAY! Accommodation in Paris sorted. I had an hour or so sleep before heading to the airport.

Holding a subload ticket, I am on a standby but the flight’s not loaded so they gave me my boarding pass right away. Yay! Another Emirates staff wasn’t accepted on a flight for wearing “revealing” clothes. Plunging neckline top which practically covers only her nipples.

During the flight, I was basically just dozing off to sleep most of the time – I didn’t sleep well the previous night because I was too excited and nervous about my first solo trip ever! And on top of that, it’s in EUROPE!!! I figured that I need all my energy for this trip so I forced myself to sleep in the flight. When the plane finally landed in CDG airport, I couldn’t have gotten out of the plane faster. I only had my handcarry luggage so it was a breeze out of the airport.

I took the RER B train going to Chattilet Les Halles without really knowing if it was the right train. English-speaking girl in a non-english speaking country here. But being the gutsy girl that I am (or so I want to believe) just took the train I first saw, which was the right train – thank you very much. I was expecting the sceneries to be wonderfully awesome. Like posh buildings to match the Eiffel Tower as a backdrop BUT to my disappointment…. it was….. all old buildings which from the outside looks abandoned until you see the clothes hanging dry from the balconies. Ohhhh k….. So much for Parisian class. To make matters worst, there were about 4 passengers who came and went asking for alms. Beggars in Paris, dressed in coat, good shoes, pants and good health. Nice! I was suddenly aware of my surroundings as I have read in so many web articles about the pick-pockets in Paris specially in trains. So best antidote for pick-pockets, never act like a tourist. How the hell am i going to do that if a suitcase is lying on my side? Put on that sour, snobbish face (the face which am famous for, the bitchy look… :p). Yep! it worked, nobody even bothered to ask me for alms. Or maybe I just look poorer than they are.

So anyway, as I was told – I got off at Chattlet Les Halles and took another train going to Boissy Saint Leger. Then another “Only in Paris” moments – a teenage couple got in and sat in front of me. Girl was sitting on the boy’s lap while they kiss non-stop. What the f???? You’ll definitely never see that in Dubai.

I got off at Nogent Sur Marne and waited for my French-speaking Filipina friend – KAY. K was a classmate from college. Seatmates during our Spanish and Humanities class. Copying from each other during quizzes and exams, in short if not for each other we may not have survived our Spanish and Humanities class. She was willing to adopt me during my stay in Paris. Always good to have friends all over the world who are willing to adopt you isn’t it? šŸ™‚

We went to her apartment and immediately explored Paris. The neighborhood is nice, quaint little place. We took the subway going to Gallery La Fayette, Louvre then walked to Pont Alexander, which was very familiar to me because of the movie Something’s Gotta Give then finally took the train going to Eiffel Tower. Stayed there and waited for it to be lit…. ThenĀ a Tagalog-speaking French guy picked us up (Kay’s husband) from there then headed home at around 9pm.

We had dinner and planned my Italy trip which was bound to happen in 2 days time. This Eurotrip is turning out to be one of the things that am looking forward to – explore Europe and travel by myself, never knowing what will happen next. Come what may…. So I found myself making an Air France reservation from Paris to Rome for the 18th of April since the train fare is much more expensive than a planeĀ fare. From Rome to Munich where I’m meeting my Aunt, I’ll just plan it when I’m already in Italy.

Right, am off to bed.

Ki: Don’t you ever get tired????
Me: Nope.


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Welcome to my blog! My name is Noemi, a Filipina who caught the travel bug at an early age and has never been cured. I blog about travel, food and my extraordinary mundane life in London with the Greek Mister.

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