A short excerpt from Jan. 4, 2014 while on the train to Paris, “It’s Saturday 9am. I’ve only slept a little over 2 hours at the moment. It seems that the taste of beer hasn’t completely left my stomach yet. Neither my stomach nor my head seem to be friends with me right now. I am dehydrated. Instead of sleeping and waking up early to catch the 6:18am train to Paris, my friends and I decided it would be better off to party our asses off. We initially tried Ministry of Sound at first. Yes the legend, the place where all EDM was created and played and the record label that produces many many super DJs. To our disappointment, the place was closed. It was cause Christmas and New Year apparently was an extended holiday in London, more like a 2 week vacation than a 2 day vacation. No problem. This time we decided to check out Funky Buddha. It was a risk – we were wearing tourist clothes; well I was. White pants with stain. A fur jacket which was layered with another twin jacket, a mullet, and white shoes, the killer of going to a classy club. Anyway we tried going in and boom there we are, we managed to get into the ‘Sugar’ (old HK club) of London. BURP. There’s another weird taste lingering in my mouth. That’s the taste of the salted roast beef we had walking back to (my friend’s) place pretty much passing Brick Lane and all the sketchy places there was but that salty roast beef was amazingly good.”
Arriving in Paris, I clearly wasn’t in my best state. Neither did I have any time to recover as I had a short two day weekend before my trip back to London. So within this short span, I was determined to visit all the touristy locations in Paris. This included little sleep and well organized planning. Continue reading C’est Paris!
