2007-03-21 Paris (more)
I kind of forced Sibi to join me in writing a travel diary. It resulted in a charming dialogue... Some excerpts:
Stef: We're in Paris! Haha!
Sibi: The traffic lights aren't always green ... or red.
Explanation: Sibi is colour-blind. Twice he scolded me for passing the road in a red-phase, but actually the light was green. The traffic lights aren't vertically aligned but horizontally, so it's harder to discern the lights if you are accostumed to our light arrangement... Sure, he could have looked whether the little man was walking or standing... MEN!
Stef: The bus drivers are really nice if only you look sad and clueless enough. They even give you free subway maps.
Explanation: Arriving at the airport, we tried to find the right bus that would bring us down-town. We were really late, so many of the buses had already left. We jumped into a bus ready to leave, not sure whether it would get us where we wanted to go. Fortunately, it did. My French, which I didn't use since 11th grade, was good enough to communicate with the bus driver. Nonetheless, he thought me helpless and repeated everything 3x. When the bus arrived at the final station, he even led us to the right Metro-station. Nice french-men = rare, but they exist!
Stef: We're in Paris! Haha!
Sibi: The traffic lights aren't always green ... or red.
Explanation: Sibi is colour-blind. Twice he scolded me for passing the road in a red-phase, but actually the light was green. The traffic lights aren't vertically aligned but horizontally, so it's harder to discern the lights if you are accostumed to our light arrangement... Sure, he could have looked whether the little man was walking or standing... MEN!
Stef: The bus drivers are really nice if only you look sad and clueless enough. They even give you free subway maps.
Explanation: Arriving at the airport, we tried to find the right bus that would bring us down-town. We were really late, so many of the buses had already left. We jumped into a bus ready to leave, not sure whether it would get us where we wanted to go. Fortunately, it did. My French, which I didn't use since 11th grade, was good enough to communicate with the bus driver. Nonetheless, he thought me helpless and repeated everything 3x. When the bus arrived at the final station, he even led us to the right Metro-station. Nice french-men = rare, but they exist!
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