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Alone and unwell,stuck in an expensive foreign hotel room. I can't say I was really 'living the boho dream' during my three nights in Blois.
I didn't fancy the 5 mile trek to the out-of-town youth hostel, and more importantly I needed to sleep. Such a goal was never going to be acomplished by being turfed out into the streets from 10 to 6, as is often the policy at Hosteling international.
In Search of the Catwater.
James Taylor2006-08-23 13:35:42
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Alone and unwell,stuck in an expensive foreign hotel room. I can't say I was really 'living the boho dream' during my three nights in Blois.
I didn't fancy the 5 mile trek to the out-of-town youth hostel, and more importantly I needed to sleep. Such a goal was never going to be acomplished by being turfed out into the streets from 10 to 6, as is often the policy at Hosteling international.
So I checked into a cheap hotel. A little place that was recommended in my guidebook, right across from the station. Only it didn't turn out to be the little cheap hotel that was recomended in my guidebook. That was directly across the road, and in my sickness induced haze I hadn't noticed it. It was a whole ten euros cheaper aswell. I wasn't bothered though, my room had a TV.
The twin factors of having no energy and trying to get my moneys worth, kept me inside for a large part of stay in Blois. I read the 'Picture of Dorian Gray' in about two days, watched; various English and French Football matches, an awful Jack Nicholson/Diane Keaton film (in both English and French), Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, a poorly acted fish-out-of-water mob film with Vin Diesal and John Malkovich, Bad French Soap Operas, Red Dwarf, Extras, rolling CNN news and countless episodes of the Weakest Link (in both English an French). I also slept a lot, ate almost nothing, and vomited copiously when food was consumed (I'll spare you the details). Although I didn't exactly have a whale of a time for those three days, it was exactly what I needed.
Blois is a middle class and middle aged little city. The kind of place parents like to see their children grow up and the type of place that children hate growing up . On a monday night, at about 9:00 no less, I couldn't find one open bar or restaurant. Not one place would sell me food, not even a takeaway shop. I had to settle for a chocolate bar and a packet of tortilla
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