98% Idiots

     For those who have been following my “literature” this theory may sound a bit familiar as I made a brief mention of it in an earlier piece.  This is a small theory that came to realization while exploring the Vatican Museum. 

     While walking around it was impossible to avoid being blinded by flashes and hearing the huffs and puffs of frustrated disapproval from those

Cinque Terre

     All I can say about this place is that it’s magnificent.  It’s a place I’d never heard of but after reading about it and hearing other people rave about it I had to stop there.   The only problem is that 2 days was not nearly enough time.  Here I met a bunch more Aussie, “Surprise surprise, you guys really are everywhere, I’m starting to wonder who’s actually living in Australia” , Janey, Kate, Phil, Lauren, Pete & Michelle. 

     Where we stayed wasn’t even really a hostel; you went to reception and then they took small groups of us and put us all in different

Rome

  The first night our little Rome family checked out the fountain where if you throw one coin over your shoulder it means you're coming back and if you throw two coins it will give you luck.  I fumbled them and we're not sure it 1 or 2 went in, so like everything else with me... who knows.  Afterwards we walked through the city to the Palantine and

Venice

     First night in Venice they tell us we’re lucky cuz we’ve arrived for the toga party, “I know what this means”  Next day we find out that they do toga parties every other night for Topdeck, “About as predictable as their tours”  For our first day we went into Venice and wandered around aimlessly until we found all the kewl things you’re supposed to see, “Finally a place where a map is just as useless to everyone else as it is to me”  Venice is a great place to get lost in and

Munich

     Well before we got to Munich we made one small stop in a country called Liechtenstein, which I think is the 6^th smallest countries in the world.  We arrived in Munich around 5:30 and by 7 had started our pub crawl.  Not eating before a pub crawl is one thing, but before a German is just stupid.  The first hour “power hour” was all-you-can-drink, “This is getting fully taken advantage of, hell I’m traveling on a budget I’m gonna straight up abuse this opportunity.”  After more than my fair share

Lucerne

There wasn’t tons of stuff to do here but I figured I’d stop here for a couple days since Lauterbrunnen didn’t offer much a Swiss culture.  Again the scenery here was fantastic and seemed very small, maybe that’s just because of the mountains though.  For the two days we spent here we checked out Lucerne’s famous towers and bridges dating back to 1333 and the Lion Monument carved into the side of a mountain.  It was built in recognition of Swiss mercenaries that had died.  Briege, Becky and I also saw Angels & Demons.  Good film and even that was interesting; had an intermission and the seats lean back and get lower the further from the screen they are.  There’s not much to say about Lucerne except that it was nice to see and experience a bit of Swiss culture including rosti, fondue and some beer of course.  I was a nice quiet break before spending the weekend in Munich.

Lauterbrunnen

Seeing the scenery on the bus ride was enough to make me questioned why I never considered Switzerland as a stop.  Easily the most amazing landscape I’ve seen.  To see where the mountains meet the sky and see everything around it dwarfed by it’s magnitude is something

Paris

A bit hung over from the night before (should have seen that coming) I board the bus to Paris.  Happy to be leaving London I do have to say bye to the IPG crew for now.  Byron, tear... ok Party Boy you get a tear too.

So my first night in Paris was dominated by Canadians; Jeremy from Toronto, Joe from Vancouver, 2 girls from Calgary and another Joe from Atlanta.  All of us had arrived that evening so we bought a few bottles of wine, which is ridiculously cheap, and hung out at the Eiffle Tower. Pretty kewl.  

Day 2 we did a 3 hour walking tour that actually lasted 10 hours.  Reason being,

Number 2

     So the march down the hill has begun and I need to use the washroom. So I quicken my pace and almost begin my second roll down the hill. It's hopeless, I accept the fact that I'm not going to make it to a washroom and I veer off into a forest area leaving my stuff with a kewl Aussie dude named Angus. As I scramble through the trees to find cover

Cheese Rolling

Here's the breakdown, basically a bunch of people (drunk, crazy or both) take their spot on the starting line at the top of Cooper's Hill.  They release a wheel of cheese and the first person down the hill to catch it wins.  If you're wondering why it's not called 'Cheese Chasing' it's because everyone ends up rolling down the hill...

Trip Planning

  Week two at the job wasn't quite as good as the first, only made 210 pounds.  Still works out to be roughly the same as the pub, just a lot less hours, more relaxing and we all go out partying... feeling a bit more at home now.  Now a new stress has come up... finding someone to take my room so I can get my 300 pound deposit back; somehow it always finds its way back to money.  Good thing is that I haven't signed any contract so I can leave whenever I want, however, that 300 pounds can go a long way with the trip I've won.

June 1st I'll be in Paris to start a 6 week trek through 20 cities in 6 different countries.  The loops will take me through France, Switzerland, Germany, Austria, Italy, back through southern France into Spain and back into France to finish in Paris.  And if I can do some awesome sales in the next couple weeks I'll even sneak in an 8 day cruise in Croatia or Greece.

What's even better is that I'll still have one loop left to use before the end of September which means a 2nd trip back out here for Oktoberfest.  Also stops in Belgium, Netherlands, Czech Republic, and 2 in Germany.  Afterwards if I really want I can return to this paintball job... even after a 4 month hiatus.  Still a long way away though, right now I have to get ready to get drunk and watch some much missed hockey...  Canada vs Russia rematch

Finally

So I've been in the UK for just over 3 months and I've finally got things sorted to a point where I'm happy.  The pub job that was making me utterly miserable and basically ruining this trip is now gone and I've just finished the first week at my new job.  The new job is something I would have never imagined myself doing; I'm a street peddler.  That's right, I stand on the street each day trying to sell paintball packages (at least it's a kewl thing I'm selling), sometimes I even get to hit the universities until we're escorted off the premises.

Basically my day consists of meeting in the morning with everyone and chilling out for an hour or so before heading off to different areas of the city.  Once in our spot I call out short catchy ads or anything I really feel like to get someone's attention.  I flirt with the girls and make fun of the guys, and it's really easy to make fun of most London guys, "Oh paintball hurts... It's too aggressive... I don't want to ruin my clothes" yes I've had people say that to me, nancies. Once I have someone even slightly interested the game is on, and I'm quickly learning how to become a sly sneaky selling SOB... I don't have much choice since this job is strictly commission based.  

It seemed like an odd choice for a job and something I wasn't sure I could do or if I'd be able to make any money doing.  But after a week I can't complain, I make my own hours, get to see the city and soon other parts of the UK (when I move to other areas they provide company housing for 7 pounds a week), work and party with kewl people; hell, we have drinks while working if we want to... As a bonus to all this, I seem to be pretty good at it.  I sold a package on my very first pitch and just made 580 pounds in my first week, compared 800 pounds in a month at the pub... I think I may have just found that hook that could keep me here.