Saw this after stepping off the train from London. Alas, Morocco didn't happen, Tye and Annis... next time.

Apparently my high-school level French did not pull its weight in this city. Or speak more arrogantly next time. There's a joke somewhere in there, Alix.


Alistair, the Aussie hostel roommate, and I navigating the metro after a pub crawl. The plan: get as drunk as possible and pass out as soon as we got back in, you have no idea how loud one of our roommates snored.