On, I think, every railway station or busy point in the city... nower days ya have motorcycle taxies. All the motorcyclists around Paris rie like the devil is on their tail, like manics. Can I squeeze my bike and my self with 80 km's an hour through rush hour through the traffic jams...? Uuuh, I would almost shit my pants... So the Mrs said: Shall we take a taxi to the Institute Arab Monde...? Yeah, right... I wanna see the kids again, I replied... Call me a sissy but hell these guys are crazy!!Friday, May 8, 2009
And we're back again...!
So we had our little 5 day tour to Paris, the city of love...
On, I think, every railway station or busy point in the city... nower days ya have motorcycle taxies. All the motorcyclists around Paris rie like the devil is on their tail, like manics. Can I squeeze my bike and my self with 80 km's an hour through rush hour through the traffic jams...? Uuuh, I would almost shit my pants... So the Mrs said: Shall we take a taxi to the Institute Arab Monde...? Yeah, right... I wanna see the kids again, I replied... Call me a sissy but hell these guys are crazy!!
On, I think, every railway station or busy point in the city... nower days ya have motorcycle taxies. All the motorcyclists around Paris rie like the devil is on their tail, like manics. Can I squeeze my bike and my self with 80 km's an hour through rush hour through the traffic jams...? Uuuh, I would almost shit my pants... So the Mrs said: Shall we take a taxi to the Institute Arab Monde...? Yeah, right... I wanna see the kids again, I replied... Call me a sissy but hell these guys are crazy!!
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