36 hour nightmare bus trip to Paris

9 Jun

It all started when I decided to hop on a bus from Malaga to Paris. A 36 hour bus ride to be exact. In that time I met Frenchmen who has their crusty feet in the seat with no socks or shoes. I met an Cameroonian man who took it upon himself to sit with my so no other man would. He also talked the entire professing his love and desire to go to New York. I ate one too many bocadillas and became sick. I arrived at the train station and there were no taxis. I got stuck in the doors of the metro train and I couldn’t read menus with my minuscule French skills but I ordered good things.






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