Thousand miles? Well, here's my single step.

Okay have decided to try (and seriously try) to keep a little travelogue/blog of this little European sejourn that i'm on, just something for all of you out there (if there are any of you out there at all remotely interested in this...) to read and see. (Pictures!)

I realise leaving the comfort zone is not an easy thing to do. Sinking into the surety of routine and the bubble world of the known comes so naturally to each one of us that when faced with the choice of taking the road less travelled or the path of least resistence, we inevitably gravitate towards the latter. It takes more effort to get up and go than just to move within the sublimity of the mundane. That said, the run up to going to Paris has been a hodgepodge of crisises. One crisis at a time. At the time of writing this, I am still officially homeless. But what the hell, something will find its way. I hope. Before I go any further in this vein, I have to thank all those that were there to help me and as a dear friend said, to pay it forward. Generosity knows no bounds and I think I have learnt that it is true. voila.

Arrived in Paris on the 12th at 630 in the morning. Here's a picture of the Charles de Gaulle Airport.

Ugly. The picture's an artistic rendition of an otherwise monochromic, aesthetically numbed monstrosity. The picture is as good as it gets; you have to travel outside of Singapore to realise the efficiency and beauty of Changi Airport, vis-a-vis the drab and dreariness of the others, even in developed countries. Oh and another thing that one must know when travelling to Paris: tout est en francais; everything is in french. Save for some public signs. But then again, its largely the same for all of Europe. English is not ubiquitous; not everyone has been americanised into a homogenous culture. The strength of the European individual can be seen through this firm hold of language as a medium for identity; to allow a differentiation between cultures in an increasingly homogenous world, a borderless entity.


Ah, ok, here goes something lame. They say all roads lead to Rome; well, all trains lead to Paris. Ha. The English translation is somewhat off. The literal meaning of the words in french is "All the trains go to Paris". No love lost between ye olde enemies.

Okies, the girl picture's Kelly, one of the 3 other girls that are up here with me for this exchange programme. We flew on the same flight up to Paris and this is the train station (known as the RER) at the airport. Mmm....before the horrid tongues start wagging...yes, its me and three girls...from the humanities programme. There're lots of Engineers and Science people around lah. so, no. Get all those thoughts out of your heads...je ne sus pas le sal type. d'ac?

Really cold at this time, was -1 degress when we touched down...haha...no joke...didn't bring enough cold wear (save for the natural blubber insulation due to CNY), so now am going all around like a ba chang. not funny.

Okies, shall stop here for now. Actually, I'm right now in Rome, lying on my bed in a hostel typing this out. Haha...


That's us at the budget terminal airport freezing away...that's another adventure, for another time. Donc, c'est tout mes amies. a la prochaine fois...salut!