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Paris, Interlaken, Berlin, and Poland (29 May - 6 June 2010)

Happy birthday to me! This time ten years ago I was legally allowed to buy and consume this thing called alcohol for the first time, and I celebrated by doing just that and yakking it back up again all over my mate's back yard while her dog and her parents watched on and took photos. Good times. And now at 28 years old I celebrate birthdays by just getting the hell out of Britain for a bit, and this year is no different. It's a bit of a random trip this year. My original plan was to take my bike back to the Swiss Alps and spend a few days screwing it up the side of mountains, but that plan then evolved to include eight days of Paris, Interlaken, Berlin, Poland, and Karen (she's a person, not a place). We were to catch a train from London to Interlaken via a day in Paris since it's on the way and Karen had never been, then catch another train from Interlaken direct to Berlin, do quick road trip across the border into Poland, and fly home from Berlin. Because of all that fluffing about the bike got left behind and I had to hire a shitter instead, but never mind.

Right, so Karen - my mate from Glasgow with whom I worked for a whole two weeks in Edinburgh some two and a half years ago. She's a fashionable lass, and my packing style of a few old t-shirts and such for an eight-day trip differs somewhat from her style of 500 tops, 500 skirts and dresses, and 500 pairs of shoes (evidently, a gal's gotta have options). But she got ‘em all crammed in there somehow - very impressive!				That was at least until we reached our first accommodation, and the contents of her case then appeared to just explode everywhere.

Anyway, first stop: a day in Paris (my fourth time here now, and in fact my birthday last year was spent cycling all over Paris for a weekend). The weather was pretty average unfortunately but the rain held off. I'm not going to bother writing all about Paris again for the fourth time (links here and here if you want to know more), but in a nutshell we saw the usual stuff: The Louvre...		Jardin des Tuileries...

Champs-Élysées...		The Arc de Triomphe, and had our photo taken by tourists who couldn't take a decent bloody photo if their life depended on it.		And we gorged ourselves on waffles :)

Just to torture Karen a little, I took her the Christian Louboutin's store. Louboutin is a luxury French shoe and bag designer, selling his goods at disgraceful and unjustifiable prices, and is one of Karen's favourites.		Alas, a girl can dream...		...and at that price, she'll have to ;) This whole holiday cost less than that!

And no trip to Paris is complete without the Eiffel Tower!		It was a hive of activity today and I couldn't really figure out what was going on at first. A large crowd of people, and a bloody great ramp coming down from the middle of the Tower like a giant penis as seen on the right from the top of the tower. It turns out some idiot (also known as world champion skater Taig Khris) was going to attempt a new Guinness world record by jumping off the Eiffel Tower with roller skates on - brilliant!

Before all that though we whipped up to the top and back.		Road rules: more like guidelines really.		To a cacophony of cheers, world champion skater Taig Khris plummeted from the first floor of the Tower, and fucked it up completely, sliding down on his ass rather than his skates as can be see here hehe. He had another crack later though and nailed it. Video footage of both jumps here.

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