Friday, March 26, 2010

Tummy Bug Goin Around 2010

Holidays in France: [part 2] - Welcome to the Friends of passage fraaancaise

[... Following a vacation in France, in August 2009, with a little delay] is

is therefore to half of the trip by plane. Having Korean Airlines, we stopped in Seoul. First thing that shocked on arrival (except the fact that there are Koreans everywhere) is that there are only Korean cars. Hey yes, Koreans have a picture of a fake car abroad, but in Korea, the top (even including full-Kia, Nick would have been over the moon) ... well I had a good laugh on ... Koreans, it seems not so bad quality / price ratio.

The hotel is part of the ticket and that is frankly not great. The evening meal is also included and it was a stack ... So there is a grocery story to munch some chips (I can not help but buy something to eat at one of these restaus street but on returning I thrilled when I see what I just bought a closer finish and AC directly to the trash) ... well I'll do my hard, it's just the story of a night to recover a little and get a fresh start for the trip Korea-France (on return cons were planned to call a few days history to visit the country). Yes I know ... ca that bitch ... but what you want, we will be back in the bath for France!

The next is with Air France that flies and it feels really weird to be in an environment where we speak french ... Air France finally is not so bad. It's pretty funny, stewards and hostesses are super cliche. On one side, a small chick young seductive and a little chic, the other one a little tired and had his vraissemblablement ragnagna this day (and surly not nice) and finally, probably the leader of the team, an old man ronchond and imposed its authority to an iron hand (we had quite a disturbance at a time and he has repeatedly denied that a little girl who was definitely a very very urgent need to go to the bathroom ... she certainment ended up in his panties ... the poor while others have not even asked him his advice and went there anyway). So funny, the route AC Air France was like a sort of airlock between Australia and France ... but nothing could prepare us for what awaited us on arrival ...

Phew we get Finally at the airport Charles de Gaulle. Three and a half we had not set foot in France, it feels strange! For the duration of the stay, I rented a large Citroen C5 Picasso history travel comfortably. I already book online, pay and everything, using the company quote which I think is one of the cheapest. When I made my reservation, I did note in their message to top end, it was basically brand "no need to print this document, grab only your reservation number" ... what I did, I made a copy on my iPhone. It runs so counter to our Quote for receiving vehicle. On the way it picks up a small cafe. It's quite funny as we realize that our perception of things changes. Arriving in Australia, I remember we found cafes huge (up to half a liter mug), drop diluted, insipid ... Now when I see what is proposed in french cafes, I find it small, expensive and boring (what a lack of choice) ... I order a cappuccino ... the guy makes me pay 3 euros and a button ... his machine me out a kind of mixture with any rotten foam (like coffee we buy in vending machines in the office)! Well I think this trip will be an opportunity to stop the cafe.

We finally arrived at the bar was half decomposed Quote from the trip ... and say I'll still have to beat me 8 hours driving!
You know me when foreign tourists go to France, what they fear most ... it's french. The french have a reputation for very very bad welcome people to be rude and unprofessional. But then, I found one that deserves to enter the record books.
Firstly, the lady is quietly trying to "chat" on the phone with a girlfriend while filing away the nails. She does not even bother to send us a look or tell us it will take care of us ... when she sees us coming she just turns us back to finish his conversation quietly for 15 minutes.

Finally, she deigns to hang. So I explain that I rented a car and come online to the receptionist. The
she cut "Wait sir, I prefer to tell you right now, if you do not print your document reservation is not even worth it, I give you the car." I show him the PDF that I save on my iPhone ... it is therefore the equivalent of the reservation form except that it is not printed ... I also showed him how it wholesale brand "no need to print this document, grab only your reservation number" ...
To which she replies "oh but I do not care, no right of reservation, no car ... well, I'll take a look and see if you are on the list ... but I'm telling you, it may very well I do not give you a car ... "

Hnnnnnggg! I feel that I mustard up the nose. Then, that's it's really a psychopath ... or how to take the lead in the world for nothing!
continues his game for a while, taking great pleasure in vraissemblablement us hanging around for Ai-Vy is no longer up and crying.
Finally she said "... well you're lucky, I give you the car this time, but I do not have a Picasso, I will downgrade to the C5 Touring ... and next time made so good to have your reservation "

Hmfffff! I feel that the gamma rays beginning to end and my blood is no longer a turn! Faced with such rudeness and arrogance I he says there will certainly be a next time seen as they treat their customers to quote and it's really amazing ... in fact, I said "damn, it's really amazing ..." (What was the Toulouse). And it puts itself in all its states, told me that I'm aggressive, rude and she changes her mind, she does not give me the car and goes ... The

, Stephanie must intervene because I am a 2 not commit murder! So I walk away to ruminate in my corner while Stephanie apologizes ... the other the opportunity to balance "it will teach him good manners to your husband" ... The I realize we are in the 4th dimension and that with pyschopathes, there is no way of thinking (or threatening) ... we will have to swallow his pride if we want to finish, having our car and finally go ...

short it makes us hanging around for another half hour ... meanwhile she spends a few shots of his son's girlfriends and Stephanie can be heard telling her day ... "Oh you know what, today I had a client, it was the pompom" The
Stephanie thinks she talks to me, but not even ... "... Figures that you had no international license so I did not give him a car, it was green, but no way it will go, hi hi hi ... and besides I'll call the other agency to make sure that nobody gives her car, ha ha ha. "

Welcome back to France!

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