At 3 am, we were awoken by the hotel phone call, telling us the bus was ready to take us to the airport.
6 of us, plus another two of westerners squeezed in the small bus, heading to the airport. On our way, there were many barriers, where those soldiers with machine guns stopped us from time to time and examined the people in the bus.
Finally got to the airport, but it was still very early. Jolene, Angele, Wenjing and me just sat on the floor at the holding area, playing cards (Big Two) to kill the time.
It was really a long journey. 10 hours! Finally I arrived at Paris, my dreamt city! I wanted to practise my French, hence I spoke French to those locals. However, they all responded me using English. In the end, there was someone who spoke French, but we could not understand him. So he had to switch back to English… Is our French really that poor?
My host family is the first one who to come to the airport to pick me up. They are both quite nice people. I really admire their patience! My French is soooooooooo poor that they have to repeat they words once and once again, so that I could hear tham…
The first day is not bad… the only problem is… I am very tired…
Good memories we could not keep them unless we write them down. But Bad memories, we can never chase out of our mind!!!
JZ
at the Paris Airport
on the plane
at the tain station
waiting for TGV
My room
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