Sweaty Bordeaux

Bonjour Bonjour,

Early midday me and Franzi arrived in Bordeaux. It was just 3 hours by train but both of us were knackered from the heat. Although the train company in france seems to like the fridge settings they adapt in trains, I guess they are afraid me might melt and ruin the seats. In Bordeaux we went to the FAMOUS tourist office, where we asked for a hostel. There was exactly ONE hostel in whole of that BLOODY city so we, Franzi and me and our babies (the backpacks) started the walk though the desert of Bordeaux, well URBAN DESERT. It was so incredibly hot and so humid. The water you drunk immeadiately left your body as sweat (still a bit confused in which stage they add the salt to that water to make it SWEAT). Enough about sweat...After a 10 minute walk we arrive completely soaked at the hostel where we noticed a sign on the door. THE SIGN OF DOOM... HOSTEL FULLY BOOKED... Exhausted and pissed off we walked in anyways and asked if there still were rooms available. They lady asked if we had a reservation. I was instantly soaked from sweat again! When I said we don´t have a reservation she said no problem we have a spare room. The room was a double room, ensuite bathroom for 21€ per night. The room was not what I hoped for but better than the campsite in Paris. We got settled, I made some lunch (those damn baguettes all the time), franzi washed her clothes, I improvised a washing line in the room and that was it. Home for the coming night!
If I try to describe Bordeaux in 1 line I guess it is the black swan in a bunch of white swans. You just have to see the beauty of it. The grey buildings with the almost spanish looking shutters, small balconies, some filled with flowers to bring some happiness into the street.

Bordeaux had a long shopping street which led to a main square, a square marked by a massive sculpture/fountain... from there we walked on to the Museum of Contemporary Art where we found a bunch of crazy things. After the museum we walked along the river Garrone to the city centre to find a good spot to eat. Well.. We found one. Restaurant Ottoman is a Turkish-French restaurant with a french menu. Why I mention the menu?! Well if you cannot understand what you are ordering, surprises are guaranteed. Franzi was the lucky one, she ordered a Mediterranean salad with salmon. It did have salmon, but that wasn´t everything, it also had squids, squid rings, mussels and lots of other fishy things. SURPRISE... The rest of the dinner was absolutely amazing!!! During the main course Franzi noticed all the different music coming from different bars... But we kept hearing Celine Dion's My heart will go on... After some time we figuered out this was coming from our restaurant and the song kept repeating all the time. I asked the waiter:"You really like this song, do you?" He blushed, turned around and switched the music. With the bill we got loads of candy, I gave hime a smiley on a piece of paper! After dinner, we walked back HOME! After a couple of beers, some writing and more beers I crashed into bed to wake up the next morning to leave Bordeaux again. After a MESSY breakfast we packed our stuff, went in to town for a quick video and got in the train to San Sebastian...Keep on Commenting!

Proost,
Franzi and Tim