last night until four in the morning exactly przebalangowałam with Habib and Momo. And although initially I had some concerns about the quality of the announced events due to the tendency of these nudziarskie Moroccans, it turned out that they can spin a pretty good (despite the failure of sectarian niespożywania in the form of alcohol). We went to the center by car, but I am sad to say that Momo is the worst driver I've seen in action. Forward going yet somehow, but wringing "at seventeen" and parallel parking - the story in thirty-four scenes - speak for themselves. Once we managed to reach the scene, the first part of the evening spent in Baroco, dyskoteko-pub almost elegant. For drinks Add high quality, fashionable sunglasses, which became the hit of the event and took possession of the whole club. For this super energetic music, and absolutely incompetent Latin American dances performed by two Moroccans trying to be extremely, enough to have fun. The names of the other places visited by us do not remember, but it was another pub and disco hybrid, this time definitely inelegant. No charge for entrance and cloakroom and relatively cheap drinks drew crowds there so terrible that some moment in the dance could only slightly move vertically. No wonder then that when it got near the other looser, it was still used:). Two alarm clocks, which gave only three hours sleep, fulfilled their role. About 9:00 am zasuwałam been so decent Moroccan rzęchem the airport without having to worry about buses and maliciously nieprzyjeżdżające spóźniające a taxi. In addition, Habib and Momo also promised to pick me up in January, to live not to die:).
When I got to the beautiful, winter Paris and looked at your boarding a flight to Warsaw, I realized that for some unknown reason I decided to Air France to send me back home four hours later than had been anticipated. Not really surprised me this information because it does not continue as three days ago, Senza, flying to Brazil had to wait an additional twelve hours for a flight to his homeland because his place was taken by the passengers shifted from the previous week. Calmly I went therefore to stand, Air France, where after waiting for over an hour in a very doleful line, I learned that This shift is due to changes made to schedule a. .. July. Why should inform the client about such trifles.
Nevertheless, not me, it moved out of balance. Today, I am an oasis of peace-oriented solely on the expectation. Huge queues whenever possible: to the baggage, to zapokładowania the plane, Air France to stand by the apology, to the toilet, after a sandwich and a coffee machine - do not make me any impression today. So if I write a note to the snow-covered Paris' airport, and nowhere on the internet is not a man here who does not have unnecessary a few euros, its appearance will be the best proof that I got home safe and sound:).
continued in January. Joyeux Noel!
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