Krounenberg and Es Cargo

And thus the new chapter began. 'The Librarian' was well and truly one of us. In fine form with his knowledge of the french language, 'Je suis, Je m'appelle, S'il vous plaît' which roughly translates as 'I am, my name is please'. And his recommending of fine french wines 'This is a Bordeaux, its from the Bordeaux region in France', 'Yeah but is it a red or white?', '....I don't know'.

So the unruly three had travelled across the English channel, from Dover to Gaye Paree' to bask in the culture of those who think they are better then others and are probably right. From the Arc to the Champs, the Tower to Notre Dame and of course from right breast to left at the cabaret Paris offered us each something unique and beautiful. 'The Librarian' an opportunity to convey his french linguistical skills that had lay dormant for centuries since graduating a wet behind the ears Hale boy. 'The Robber' his first glimpse of European titties as he stole glance after glance from the topless brunette dancer at the front right. And for I 'the Pirate' I had found the greatest gift of all, a bus load of people I could now befoul, corrupt and curse at will and of the 29 on board, someone was bound to listen.

And even though he/she definately doesn't, God bless Contiki.

I didn't know beer aged this well...arg 1664 twas a good year

Dam buskers even sullied the view of the Eiffel Tower

His penis cast a great shadow over Paris below

Quasi-quasimodo

I'm in Louvre