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A coach load of field tripping Exeter Geography students wasn't really what I was expecting on my first night at the youth hostel in Bordeaux.
Standing in the lobby, I saw a familiar looking badge on a jumper. It took me a few minutes to recognise what it was, and I had to ask to be certain; But, sure enough, the hostel was crawling with Exeter University first years.
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James Taylor2006-08-23 13:15:32
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A coach load of field tripping Exeter Geography students wasn't really what I was expecting on my first night at the youth hostel in Bordeaux.
Standing in the lobby, I saw a familiar looking badge on a jumper. It took me a few minutes to recognise what it was, and I had to ask to be certain; But, sure enough, the hostel was crawling with Exeter University first years.
I made very little contact with them. I hate to generalise,but I often find your average Geography student to be a little unispired. I would go as far to say that these were the type of people I would have tried and avoid a year ago, and I'm sure the feeling was mutual.
Due to it's vast size and clinical (though thankfully clean) atmosphere, the hostel even resembled university accomodation. As reliving my first year of university isn't exactly high on my list of priorities right now, this wasn't exactly a welcoming situation.
I was going to come on here write a lengthy rant about my unsociable french room-mate, but he turned out to be an alright chap. Just nervous,I think; and self conscious about his lack of English. For the first few days he ignored me, played bad French Hip-Hop every morning and watched DVDs till late at night (sometimes with the hip hop as an accomponiment). The first words he uttered were "Do you have a cigarrette". But he turned out O.K. We got chatting in a curious hybrid of French and English Verbs and Nouns. He was from Orleans, being interviewed for a job in Bordeaux. He seemed kind of lonely.He still played the Hip Hop though.
I booked myself onto a vinyard tour on my second day. It was expensive, but sometimes tours are essential. On the way to the Chateau (in Bordeaux a Vinyards headquarters, not a castle) we drove through miles and miles of vinyards, of which the density and sheer number were quite astounding. Save for a few road side trees, or a little farm building in the distance, vinyards
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