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A fairly uneventful day all in all, as at about noon (again) we get up and decide to walk into Paris and do as much of the free tourist shit that we can.

We walk up to the Arc de Triumphe, down the Champs d'llysees, get ripped for some water and change then remaining Kroner back into Euros - that's an extra €13 in the pocket for free!

Cross the bridge outside of the Grande Palais and cut back up to the Eiffle Tower.

Lying on the grass - and confirming that it is just a giant penis - 3 Army guys walk past, no more than 2ft away, carrying  fully loaded FAMAS'. Buzzy swoons, I mention that it is typical of the French to send 3 fags to guard a giant penis, and they fuck off.

We get up at about noon - not having to be anywhere is great - and work out what to do for the day.

First priority is to find a cyber cafe so we can upload these damn entries.

Second is try to get to the airport to see if we can change the flights to a few days prior, like Monday or something.

We decide that - due to our limited amount of Euros - we will walk down to the metro, and as we know the way now and that it's only about 3.5km AND we don't have our bags (yay!) it will be a nice walk, in the sunshine.

We get to the metro and - after texting the Mrs to use her internets to find me a series of tubes - we go hunting.

We rise - even more demoralised as we have only made it 36km from Bordeaux thank to the first lift of the day fucking us royally - pack up, and move on.

Neither of us fancy the epic trek back, and as we are no more than 500m from the N10 - at this point dual-carriage way - we jump the barrier and march the wrong way up the hard shoulder, much to the dismay of many a passing motorist.

Running scaringly low on water, and the resturant being closed, we decide that one of us (read: she) will sit in the shade, and the other (read: me) wacks our thumb out.

20 mins later we get picked up by a German family living in Spain going to Paris...SCORE!

Hot.

We both look over at each other, look at the atlas, look back, and sigh.

We both become aware that the other is demoralised as fuck, tired and...well...we want to slow down.