So do I , ha ha .

PART 3 .

When I finally arrived at Berci at 6 . 15 am Saturday morning . I estimated that I'd not slept for 46 hours .
instead of immediately looking for somewhere to pitch up my tent and sleep ,I foolishly took the Metro to Chatelet .
I then began gallivanting al over Paris . I first visited Notre Dame Cathedral [PIC] and took a few boring photos from a distance , I thought I'd take a more interesting pic if I got closer , so I climbed over the guard rail and walked towards The Cathedral . As I was
about to take a a closer pic , I heard a voice closely behind me loudly say " MISSUER" , I turned around to find a scary gun clad french paratrooper looking at me , I uttered a quick " Pardon" and then went and climbed back over the rail . The army boy came from nowhere , when I climbed over the rail there was only myself and a few tourists there . It was now about 7 . 30 am .

I'll write more later today .I need some sleep . Today , I'm meeting a couple of friends who are fellow members of
a Social Anxiety group . I'm meeting them in Sefton Park .

you were lucky to have caught both coaches in time but i bet you were'nt feeling that way at the time 

Did you bring back a souveneir?
Eiffel Tower

It seems odd to go to all that trouble to visit a graveyard even if you did accidentally encounter the beautiful Anna.
Surely you took a photo of her?

That will be tonight , I promise you , anubis7 .

I very much doubt that tactician , ha ha .

Tic tac man , I typed . I'm using my fire tablet and it does that predictive word thing ,
sometimes very amusingly , all the time .

Ha ,ha , mouse .

I don't mind your p1ss taking one little bit , mm .
I take it all in good fun and I appreciate it .

Anyway , mush moulded , can I now please write about Paris ?

You're distracting me from my business in hand by your amusing ripostes

I want to write about it and get it
bl00dy over with .

PART 6 .

I had arrived in Paris at 6.15 am , and despite my going without any sleep
for almost two days , I very often took opportunities to rest . My backpack felt
like it weighed a ton . When I did rest at a cafe or on a bench somewhere , I
often removed my heavy hiking boots and massaged my now pained and very smelly feet .

Despite only being in Paris for 12 hours or so , It dawned on me that I was in serious
trouble , the combination of very hot weather ,lack of sleep , and my carrying a heavy
backpack around with me, left me feeling that I was about to collapse .

I went into a shop and bought 3 litres of water ,I then went outside and sat on a nearby
bench . I sat there for almost two hours barefooted with a wet flannel on top of my head.

I added to the water many a pinch of pink salt .
I had some raw eggs , tomatoes and A mango .

I realised that more than anything else I needed sleep . A few hours earlier I had
visited a park that I had then earmarked as a place for me to later pitch my tent .
I now made my way there , when I got there 30 mins or so later ,it was around 9 pm
and the park was full of people , more so than earlier in the day . I rested on
a bench and took in more water, salt , eggs, cheese and a handful of raspberries that
a shopkeeper had robbed me blind by charging me 4 euros for .

I need a coffee and a sH1t . Be back in about 30 mins .

When you go to the beach and the sea's out of reach, that's amorecambe!

Fancy , NOT'fail n cycle. What the cRap .

And I can only describe them as "denizens".

He's going Blackpool, do keep up.

my aunty

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