Heat rash, burnt ginger skin and being a Rastafarian.
First of all I realise my first post about Bordeaux contained me mainly complaining that it was rainy and my expectations of sunny Bordeaux being a filthy lie I was told. Being the true British kid I am it is now time to complain about the heat that I wished for during that time and instead turn my attention to cursing this beautiful weather. I have a heat rash that itches so bad (probably shouldn't have worn black jeans in 28 degree heat) which is not helped by mosquito bites, ginger skin that has been burnt where I forgot to apply suncream (so much effort) and blisters on my feet because I forgot to bring sandles (as well as forgetting my only pair of decent shorts). To make things worse I look around and all other French females seem totally unaffected by this weather, still wearing their jeans and blazers and looking as immaculate as ever (HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE). My ginger skin can't take much more. (Though I hear this weather is supposed to be cooling down at the end of the week so be prepared to hear more moaning about how I wish the warmth would return).
Today in my little life I..
-Nearly got conned out of 200 euros by some weird travel agents place that said they would pay the money back if I didn't find a place with them (I lied and said I would go back tomorrow)
-Visited Bordeaux again, walked the earth, had lunch by the river and promptly spilt some lovely sauce all over my dress, I am incapable of eating without a table (even then it is difficult)
-Drank too much coffee and felt sick throughout the too hot bus journey to Bordeaux
-Bought the French version of the Confessions of a Shopaholic Book for 1 euro 50 for educational purposes
-Had a conversation with the woman I am currently staying with about how her and her husband adopted her two absolutely lovely children from Vietnam and admittedly nearly started crying because of how genuinely nice they all are and their story (granted I am bare emotional anyway due to the upheaval to Francey land)
-Watched Antz with her children
-Made a Rastafarian friend, I say friend, in reality he simply decided to lean his head right back against mine on the bus so we were practically one person meaning I felt I had dreadlocks for a brief moment. It was a wonderful time.
-Finally learnt how to put my ticket in the machine on the automatic buses after having two free rides before that due to my inability to work out how to do it (not sure how they make money on those buses as so many people get on without tickets)
I think that is all for now, tomorrow I open a French bank account by myself (I can tell you all now that is sure to be a great story for everyone to laugh at, except me of course). I also am meeting some other assistants to look for a house (don't even ask what is happening with the other houses, not sure myself). Will update tomorrow with news on the ensuing chaos that I am sure to embark upon in my quest to open a bank account.