The French trip of 2000.

What were we thinking?

Introduction

In March 2000 Me and a load of other kids went to France for 5 days. We all thought that It would be good and that we would be in a nice French hotel. How wrong we were! We also thought that it would be a week away from school work, again we were wrong. Me and a bunch of Kids (6 in total) shared a room and without the teachers we had great fun slagging off the teachers, famous people, and anyone else we didn't like. Just general good fun, on our own that was.

Monday

All day: We got up a stupidly early time and went to catch the bus I was late (as usual) and nearly missed the bus. The journey took several hours, with only one stop in Britain and two or three times in France. When we finally arrived we got really wound up by the fact that some other bloody school was in the nice house and we were in the crappy shed. We then had to go to our rooms (two to a room at first), until Miss. Roberts said that it is unsafe for girls to sleep downstairs because their was French windows where burglars could get in (why bother the girls could bore them to death with some story about the shops).
At night: So me and five other lads had to share the room. We then went to bed after having some disgusting dinner (sprouts potatoes etc.).

Tuesday

The morning: When we got up at around 7 AM. We had a hour to get ready before a traditional 'French' breakfast which turned out too be beans on toast (or something else that was a British breakfast) and cornflakes. However it took me slightly longer to get ready than I expected because that night Davies and his chums decided to stick a couple of cola bottles to my shirt while I was asleep, Sticking me to the bed. After the morning fiasco We had a boring French lesson in the dining room, (full of bits of cereal) to teach us about the things that we needed to know about how to ask questions like 'where is ... ?' A while latter we went into Caen city centre to ask these questions, unfortunately half of our group ran of with some girls and we didn't see them again. We asked one person (me and Saunders) when we were supposed to ask at least five people.
The afternoon: After the chats we had some horrible crisps and some disgusting baguettes, The majority of us threw them in the bin (After we were told not to). Our luxury that day was to go bowling (Which took bloody ages to get there as the driver got lost). The bowling was a horrible place to be, it was dark and creepy, and smelt of shit
At night: Horrible dinner (There's a bit of a pattern here). Saunders went on about the toilet smelling of shit and sprayed nearly a whole can of deodorant down it. We spent the whole night talking about the teachers.

Wednesday

The morning: Lesson once again, this time about buying stuff, Then we went to Beuyex to try out what we had learnt. We had to by a fair bit of stuff with only 20 francs (about 2 quid), to make dinner later on. In the end I couldn't be bothered getting stuff we were supposed to, and so I got a French bread thing. That day MCdavies also bought a BB gun, and stupidly saying so on the dictaphone.
The afternoon: We had to cook/eat/heat the stuff that we bought. We made something like sausage and little chip like things. We went back to Beuyex to see the Beuyex tapestry.
At night: The Driver got lost on the way back, Saunders threatened to drive the bus back over the fields, But was told to shut up, stop being so imature(I didn't know that people that drive are imature?) and to sit down.

Thursday

The Morning: Early up again today because we were travelling to Paris For the day. We had to watch bloody Friends (I think it is shit, but it is a bit funny), we wanted to watch the titanic but the fat bitch didn't want to because we had to go back by ferry.
The afternoon: We went into the art museum with the poxy bloody woman on the till in the cafe that would let us go unless we took the receipt, Miss. Roberts told her off in French we don't know what she said but damn it was funny. After about ten minutes of culture we left because it was boring. We then went to the Eiffel tower, Miss. Roberts was scared of heights and so stayed at the bottom with the vendors (benders is what one lad called them). We also went on a boat ride but it was awfully boring. Some lad also called Miss. Roberts "Big Miss Roberts" and was told off.
At night: More travelling and more videos of Friends.

Friday

(The best day of the week)

All day: Travelling home! boy was it the best day! Watching star wars on the bus. We wanted to watch Titanic but Roberts was afraid of watching films like that before going on the boat (as I mentioned before).
At night: Mr. Fiddler did his stand-up agony aunt when we were by Shrewsbury until we finally arrived, and saw some snow.

Our comments

Bloody awful. Why didn't we go from Portsmouth. etc. you get the picture.

The trip

The trip took us through Shrewsbury then round Birmingham, followed by going towards London, then through Dover on the ferry, then into Calais, into some other French town, then to Caen.