Today we drove across Italy, Switzerland and France. I needed to pee at least 4 times and I bought a Swiss coke zero which looks quite cool next my Italian Coke. My brothers owe me 40p between them because for some reason they thought the French flag was either RWB or WRB but of course they were certain it was that way, although I told them that I was pretty sure it was BWR but they didn't believe me. When we got to Switzerland everyone wondered, except me, why the Swiss cars sometimes had CH on them and on the border it said 'welcome to Switzerland CH' and of course even though I said it was the letters that represent their country like GB is Great Britain, it took quite some convincing and a road map to get them to believe me, but hey ho. As it turns out they use CHF, Swiss francs, in Switzerland instead of euros. We had some nice cake and it was delicious. So it's worth noting if you go to Switzerland that they use Swiss francs.
After that short story shorter we drove to Metz. Found the hotel, walked round. It was a very nice city but surprisingly my Mum didn't suggest that we should buy a holiday house there? We bought some chips from a burger place and after eventually getting what we wanted to get, somehow there was some confusion, we went back to the hotel. But, interestingly the man in the burger doo-dah thought me and my Dad were German. No clue why??? *I do know why* and besides, if we were German I'm sure we'd speak much better French! So after that toe-tickling tale of terror we watched Iron Man the Third. Which made surprising sense even though it was in French. Some people who don't die try and kill Iron Man who then tries and kills them. After this effortlessly exhausting day we decided to turn in for the night.
|_~1 day later~_|
Oh joy, I have missed out an 'important' part of our journey so I have to write it here. We went on a boat for 10 mins across the lake at the beginning.
Also I learned loads more useful French in the 20 hours we spent there, and a lot of that was spent sleeping, than I had at school??? Which is good because they would give me strange looks if I told what colour hair I had and that I sometimes wear jeans because it gets cold in Britain.
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