We slept until about 10 and woke up to see that everyone had left except Michel. He’d taken everyone else to the train station that morning and he’d waited for us aswell. He took us to the train station and we had breakfast in the cafe there. We then got on the train to Toulouse. While on there we met 2 guys from Philadelphia who were doing “eurorail” – like interrail, but for people who don’t live in Europe. We also realised on the train that we didn’t know why we were going to Toulouse...
When we arrived we left out bags in the lockers and decided we’d have a day trip in Toulouse. We spent a few hours there not really doing much. We were given free Orangina and Pulco (weird French citrus drink) YAY!
We took a train to Montpellier that evening and asked at the train station when we arrivd where the nearest hostel was. We walked to the hostel which turned out to be full but the girls reserved us places for the next two nights after they fell for the workers deep blue eyes (We later named this guy “blue eyed babe.”)
We left our bags there overnight and took our sleeping bags and some warm clothes with us. We bought some cheap, nasty wine and some food to last the night. We sat in the park and ate the food (we failed at drinking the wine.) We were approached by a French guy (whoe kept telling me I was tres belle) so we left. We then attempted to find a hotel to stay in. Little did we know that the Tour de France had taken place in Monntpellier that day so finding accomodation would be damn near impossible... and it was!
We sat outside a bar until it closed at 2am. Thankfully we spotted a lonely looking guy with a rucksack on. We figured he didn’t have anywhere to stay either. We decided to stalk him before introducing ourselves. We found out his name was Priit, and he was an Estonian ex-soldier also travelling Europe. We tagged along with him and played cards for a while on the steps of a tall building. During a feisty game of rummey (sarcasm intended...) 2 cars went past us and stopped not far away. We watched 4 men with guns (I’m guessing plain clothed police officers) grab a man, handcuff him and drag him into the car. They searched his big white sports bag which made us assume it was a DRUG HEIST!! We hoped the police would ask us questions as we were the only ones around and it was late at night, but they didn’t unfortunately.
At about 4am we were approached by some very drunk French guys. They didn’t speak much English but they did tell us they liked football and they were “West Ham hooligans...” We didn’t stay with them long, before deciding to go to the trains station (which would be open at 4.45) for shelter. We waited there for a few hours, said goodbye to Priit who was catching a train to Milan, then we walked back to the hostel...
<- Priit, me and Louise eating knacks: weird sausages that they love in Europe.
The "West Ham Hooligans!"
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