23 July 2007

A one way ticket to Paris, not yet booked any accommodation, can't make up my mind how long I want to be there, don't speak much French. The thin line between adventure, spontaineity and just plain stupidity is being hovered upon.

I remember landing up in Melbourne utterly clueless. Since then, I have become much more clued in about travelling and related stuff. But, regardless of however far along I have come along in the clueing in process, being clueless in English is probably better than being clued in in French.