LEGEN... wait for it...

I whinge a lot. Unless other people are whinging, and then I like to annoy them by seeing all the silver linings and happy, smiling sunflowers. I think I'm a contradictist. But that's neither here nor there, what I was trying to get at was; I miss Edinburgh. It was pretty there. It had snow, and cobbled streets, and Irish bands playing in Scottish pubs, and good friends and half decent rum.
Paris is just not my kind of place.
Though I will say, the language barrier has been my favourite part. As I'm sure many lazy travellers do, I had planned on learning at least a few French phrases before boarding a plane, but never got around to it. After all, we're only here for six days. So I have my little phrasebook with me (mostly so I can wave it around politely showing that I'm at least attempting to not assume that English governs the western world) and my vague knowledge of pronunciation I picked up from watching Amelie over a hundred times.
It's quite fun, really. Such a relief to challenge the brain. I almost forgot I had one.
It was probably the thing I found the most disappointing about Africa, there was hardly any need or point in learning the languages, even to be polite. And Swahili's such an awesome language. Especially when they insert "hakuna matata" into nearly everything they say, what's NOT awesome about that?

That reminds me... have I ranted about the extraordinary visual brilliance of the stage production of the Lion King? No? Aw. Well, I guess that (and today's adventure to the Disney Studio) will have to wait for another time. Or not. Because face it, I'll probably forget. So I'll sum them both up - DARY.

Oh yeah, and I sketched a little last night.