Et c'est parti

Never speak to a french after he, or eventually she, had his meal. Especially when he just had his sandwich. I'm telling you it stinks. It has to be either the cheese, or the ham, or the tuna. And it becomes worse if he had some wine to go with the sandwich. You might want to hold your breath when he talks to you. Nothing against the french, just a mere reminder.

So today, my holidays have really started. I took the 1130 train to Colmar. I had to change twice, in Paris and in Strasbourg. It was a pleasant joruney all the way. And when I got down the train in Strasbourg, it feels just like coming back home. Oh I missed Alsace. The freezing winter and the hectic people. When I arrived in Colmar, I said to myself "home sweet home". I'll be staying at Lukman's place (a junior of mine, when I was in Jasin, and now here, and afterwards in Petronas... gosh how can I ever get rid of him. Ahahah. Jangan marah, nanti kena jual).

I invited him to dinner at a Kebab shop near the mosque, and went to bed at around 11. Tomorrow's an exciting day. I'm going to ROME!