Bajai Body Camp 11.24: Day 322
Tuesday April 24, 2018
Hotel Axotel
Lyon, France
17.63% vagabonding
I wake up well, but stay in bed. What's up with that? Something pulled me out of bed before my one hour snooze was completed and I got the morning exercises done. Abs, squats, pushups. Not many, one set each. Maybe I'll tell myself I'm starting out and that will allow me to do it every day.
This is, or was a thing for a while. I wonder if it still is. Any new locks??
Maybe it was the eval pix yesterday. The playground was full of kids so no pull ups and no innovative room exercises.
I have several challenges I can do and they usually keep me disciplined.
Speaking of discipline; I'm going to have to plan better for late travel days. Today, checkout was at noon... transport at 21:15! That means nine... or eight hours of bumming around. Lyon isn't a bad place to bum.
This chap was playing... and/or lying in the fountain.
People stared incredulously. And then the cops came.
No beat down... no arrest. Just out of the fountain.
I came to the north end... I think it's the old part of the city, near the water. There are many statues and fountains on this side. Some hustlers too, but no buskers that I've seen or heard. Many hotels and places to eat and shop. Shopping is always a priority. Don't get me started.
Some good photo ops presented themselves, hope I caught the moment.
I get some of the best "looks" when I get caught.
I bet she wonders how the pic came out. I think she'd like it.
Watching people here in France, Germany and Spain, it appears that ruggedness has become more and more rare in men. I detect a difference between older and younger men in Europe. Twenty to thirty years; the gap in physique, posture and dare I say, "manliness," is vast. The conspiracy observer in me wonders, if this is by design.
Six more hours in Lyon. My bags are stored at the hotel. I was a bit surprised to be charged for breakfast. The website should highlight the difference between breakfast, "offered" and "available." I was spoiled at Europa Life.
The Castle... I don't know the name or history.
It's a good landmark though, and a good pic.
It wasn't a bad offering, it's just that I don't eat enough to make it worth it... however, I will have two or three cups of tea... so may be. I wasn't unprepared for it, just surprised... City tax should always be expected. You can claim you're on business to avoid the tax, but overall I don't think it's worth it.
Finally stopped for lunch. The bowl of salad was bigger than I expected, but they are stingey with the wifi here. It seems like it's all over. Once again, I'm spoiled. But I'm spoiled by so-called third world countries that have wifi all over... for free. No problem. I'll walk up to Starbucks. I have several more hours to kill.
Made the meet up with Ann. A good vibe and an invite to return. I think I'll be able to visit friends between esl programs in the future.
A new friend in Lyon. Great person.
The Eurolines bus set up was sketchy from the terminal. A Mercedes Benz bus showed up and I was encouraged. What followed was a very challenging nine hours mainly because the guy I sat next to stink-stank-stunk like kielbasa and that funk never went away.
On an up note, our driver did a great job. I can tell he liked to drive.
Asleep on the bus.