I went to France once. It was traumatic. Hitched a ride to Paris in the back of an artic lorry with a drunk welsh lorry driver who was raped in eastern Europe and now carried a gun. Made a bit of a left turn in Rouen where we had to fend off human traffickers by claiming to be Romanians working in the battery factory.
In retrospect I should have thought a bit harder when I was asked if I would like to go to France that day over breakfast.
I went to France once. It was traumatic. Hitched a ride to Paris in the back of an artic lorry with a drunk welsh lorry driver who was raped in eastern Europe and now carried a gun. Made a bit of a left turn in Rouen where we had to fend off human traffickers by claiming to be Romanians working in the battery factory.
In retrospect I should have thought a bit harder when I was asked if I would like to go to France that day over breakfast.