Ellie and I woke up, turned to look at each other and wallowed in self pity. To say the least we were not feeling on top form after the night before.
However whatever the situation, I'm not one to bask in bed all day. Instead, I went online and got my 'Velib'' subscription. For all English people reading, Velib's are equivalent to the Boris Bike system. For those of you who are still wondering what on earth I'm babbling on about, it is a bike system in Paris, which enables you to pick up any bike from a bike 'station', and ride around and then return it to any other bike 'station'.
Theoretically it's the perfect way to travel around Paris, you don't need to wait for metros or buses, and you can go wherever you want and return the bike to wherever you please without having to lock it up anywhere. Furthermore, it's a great way to visit the city and really get a feel for it. That is if you feel confident enough being on the same road as the renowned crazy French drivers.
To be honest, I was a little bit nervous. Not because I'm not a strong biker, but rather I take the bus to work everyday and I know how crazily close vehicles go to bikers. Soooo close it' worrying.
After a wobbly start and a few near misses, we made our way to Republique.
Ellie is a bit of an expert now as she bikes everywhere, so whilst she was racing ahead, all anyone could hear were the screeching of my brakes every 2 seconds. (Even the slightest pressure on my brakes would make the most horrific eye-watering squeal- at least this meant drivers knew exactly where I was).
We arrived in Republique in one piece thankfully, and then carried on up to Villiers, where Ellie's little cupboard of a room awaited.. I had had enough for one day. One day at a time!
Until next time you little tikes of bikes....
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