Goodbye Three Ducks

I have just finished my final shift at the Three Ducks hostel in Paris. It is a melancholy feeling of sadness at saying goodbye to friends and the world I have been engrossed in for the last 3 months, but it is also a great relief and happiness that I have left and will move on to travelling. The though of not having to work for the next three months gets me excited, along with all the new things I am going to see and do. Saying goodbye today was a sneak preview of how it will feel when i say my final goodbye at the end of the year. Its sad because I feel like i am only starting to get to know some of these guys and i know we could have a lot of fun in the future if i was around. Its made worse by the distance of Australia to the rest of the world and the knowledge that to see these guys again I'll need a couple of thousand dollars and a couple of spare months to travel. It is pretty much impossible during my next two years of uni, and then who knows what. I'm gonna stay in contact as best I can and see if I can see these guys in a few years.

Last night I went to a nightclub called Duplex. Its just off the Champs-Elysees near the Arc de Triomphe and it was packed. It was a student night and there were heaps of good looking and well dressed people. I made my final few stages of morphing into a french dandy yesterday with a few changes to my exterior. I shaved my beard, cut my hair short, and bought a lovely grey coat for the cold. There is a formula for looking like a french dandy, the trick is nice clothes, scarf thats doubled around your neck, pointy leather shoes, and pretty much everything else i said that i have done to myself. It wasnt deliberate, but i realised im pretty much the equivalent of a french dandy in Australia.