Victoria Louise K

I have finally arrived in Paris! After weeks of online job-searching and region scouring from a very hot, very humid Spain, I finally decided on Paris as my next destination as it seemed to offer the most job opportunities and well....it's PARIS! How could you not?




I'd also been offered a job in Gap; a small town in the Hautes Alpes department, which looked so quaint, pretty and typically 'French' but I wanted somewhere more social, vibrant and fast-paced as I feel it's more suited to me right now. I hope to go to Gap someday but for now, my heart is set on Paris. I have to admit, making this decision was hard as it meant I had to start from the beginning on the job-hunt front and as for the accommodation, the less said about that, the better. Basically, it's very nearly impossible to find somewhere half decent which doesn't leave you bankrupt and there are a fleet of professional scammers who jump at every opportunity to swindle you out of as much as they can!

I arrived at Beauvais airport, took the bus to Paris center then almost broke my back trying to lug my suitcase up and down mountains of stairs on the metro (nope there were NO escalators) before eventually finding heaven in the form of a 6 bed dorm in a basic hostel which I'd booked for my first 5 nights, in the hope that I would've found somewhere permanent to stay by the end of it.

After my first house viewing I was a wreck! I dumped my case in my room, then went straight off to view a potential home and fell straight back down to Earth with a bump. An unused garage/ warehouse with a few mattresses on the ground in various positions to mimic a 'bedroom' really didn't do it for me! I hurried back to the hostel on the metro as darkness quickly approached and got quite flustered trying to work out how the metro even worked!! (Coming from the North of England, it really was alien to me!)

The next day I spent virtually the whole day searching for accommodation and organizing viewings before venturing out to get a glimpse of what Paris had to offer and stumbled upon this...




 I picked my family/ studio and settled into my new abode. My boyfriend and I were spending a small fortune on texts and phone calls between France and Spain and both of us were missing each other like mad so a few hours later and we were reunited in the city of love! We celebrated in true, French style by munching on baguette and cheeses, washed down with some cold, crisp cider in front of a French movie before visiting the amazing Eiffel tower as the lights began to twinkle. <3

This weekend my parents came to visit my boyfriend and I in Spain and what better place to go than La Manga, which is just a trip down the road and surrounded on both sides by the gorgeous coast! We stayed at Hotel Servigroup Galua, which was incredible! On Friday, we explored Murcia city center then headed off to La Manga on Saturday morning. We arrived to this gorgeousness....




When we came to use the shower gels and moisturizers, we realized that they were all chocolate flavoured which added to the abundant, luxurious atmosphere of the room and surroundings.

















We stayed full-board at the hotel so got breakfast, lunch and dinner included. The hotel also had a gym and health & wellness center but unfortunately it wasn't included in the price. But not to worry, we had a great time making use of the swimming pool, table tennis and 3 second walk to the beach where we snorkeled for hours on end then dozed in the golden sand until food was served again. Bliss!
I can't wait to go back!

So, when I left you yesterday, I was talking about making plans with a local for breakfast, tours and camel rides. Well, let me tell you how this happened...

Despite our new-found knowledge of guides and being ripped off, we still somehow found ourselves being convinced and led off by a guide! We left our hotel in the evening in search of some Moroccan food to fill our bellies before sleeping it off and were pounced on by Abdul, he was like a stalking predator and jumped on us like prey. He won us over with a tale about how he worked in our hotel and had seen us arrive that morning, he even chucked in the detail of seeing us arrive with a guide, just for extra measures to get us on his side and trusting him!
At first, we gently declined, as we'd been doing all day, but I accidentally let it slip that I was dying to ride a camel and before we knew it, we were being led down narrow, dark back alleys, which funnily enough had NOTHING to do with camels at all! Instead he took us to a market which we'd already visited and showed us round some dodgy looking streets whilst casually teasing us with promises of camel rides from time to time and before we knew it, a thick, blanket of darkness had engulfed the city.

Eventually he revealed all and said if we meet him tomorrow for breakfast at a cafe then he'll take us to go on a camel ride along the desert and up into the mountains! We stared in dreamy amazement, we were sold! Strange how the promise of cute animals can cause you to let down your guard straight away! With a cheery smile, we said our goodbyes and agreed to meet him the next day at 11am. Almost straight after our departing, Ian turned to me and informed me of how he had definitely been lying all along that he worked in the hotel! At the beginning he said he was working there that evening at 9:30pm but by the time he dropped us back off there, it was way past that time and he walked off in the opposite direction. I hadn't clicked at all. This realization led us to question his authenticity; if he didn't work at the hotel, how did he know that we'd arrived that morning with a guide?!...He'd been spying on us!

After the days adventures, we curled up in bed and discussed our plans for the next day; could we still trust him? I had all sorts of visions running through my head! In the end we decided to ask at the hotel reception for 'official' camel rides, we figured that it's much better to be on the safe side. Better safe than sorry and all that! 11am came and went and we groggily hid lazed in our room until we felt the coast was clear. Then we went down to the reception and asked the concierge for details of camel rides, he ran off outside to the taxi rank opposite the building, which drew my attention to notice ABDUL stood outside, waiting for us!!! I freaked out!

You could see the two men chatting, obviously about us and our failed arrangements, then we were signaled to come over. My face must have conveyed my fear because he reassured me that everything was going to be OK...which was slightly embarrassing.
We lied through our teeth that we had tried so hard to find him that morning but we just couldn't quite find the right cafe and we were just so happy and glad that we'd eventually found him! He awkwardly waved for us to follow him as I'm sure he sensed our lies. The next thing we were in a taxi which felt approximately  9000 yrs old. Yey.


Admittedly we drove passed some gorgeous places and were encouraged to get out and take pictures.








We bartered a price with the camel owner then raced down the steps to meet the camels on the beach...not the desert which was initially described but to be honest I would prefer a beach any day!

















She sprinkled it with glitter at the end which made it look really pretty...but was a bit pointless because it had all come off by the time I left the place haha!

Then came the payment. Bearing in mind that he'd already told us it'd be 13 euros all together, we didn't expect it to be much more with the tattoo added on. Well, we were wrong, they profusely insisted that it was 13 euros each, which to us sounds reasonable but in Morocco prices are so much cheaper but they can't resist but try to rip-off tourists and due to us both being on the rather poor side right now, we had been looking forward to the dirt-cheap prices, only to find ourselves being ripped off left, right and center. In the end we just paid them the extravagant price, which we both instantly regretted.

After another whizz round the markets the next morning for last minute souvenirs and presents, we made our way to the ferry port....long story short, our ferry was delayed for 12hrs due to the rough sea, throw in the delightful sound of every person within a 20 meter proximity throwing up violently and being rocked around like a pin-ball, it was a GREAT journey back! We arrived back to Spain at about 3am in a terrential down pour and had to get a taxi back to the apartment...say hello again to European prices!!

During the Easter holidays, my boyfriend and I decided to embark on our first ever trip out of Europe! As we were in the South of Spain anyway and Morocco was just a leap across the water away, we booked our bus and ferry tickets and counted down the days with glee.

When the day arrived, we marched off to the bus stop early in the morning, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with our cases in tow and caught the bus down to Tarifa, Spain. We re-fueled with toast and fresh-orange juice, (just what the Doctor ordered) then checked-in. Bearing in mind we'd planned our journey relying completely on public transport, we'd made sure to leave some extra time to account for any delays, but surprisingly we arrived a few hours ahead of schedule and instead of waiting around for our ferry, the lady at the desk asked if we'd like to jump on an earlier boat. Of course we said yes and before we knew it, we were excitedly boarding the ferry!

After a thorough passport stamping, a man miraculously appeared as soon as we stepped off the boat and whisked us away to a taxi... We had no idea who he was or why he was being so kind and caring. When we got to the taxi, we thought that he would say his goodbyes, wish us a nice time and then be off, but to our surprise, he jumped into the front, passenger seat. Ian and I exchanged extremely confused faces. Why was he coming with us to our hotel? Instead of asking, we both sat contently in the back as he told us historical facts and recommendations about Tanger, Morocco. We paid the taxi driver then went into the hotel and checked-in. Before we made our way up to our room, the man said he would be downstairs (implying he would wait for us). We mumbled a few confused grunts then ran upstairs to explore our surroundings and more importantly; try to find out what the hell was going on! There was only one thing for it, Google! A quick search revealed that he was, in fact a guide! The reason he was being so helpful and caring was because he wanted us to pay him for his services.

By the time we'd freshened up and were ready to explore the city, we timidly came downstairs expecting to see our 'guide' and, being typically British, dreading the awkwardness of telling him that although he was really nice, we wanted to look around on our own, he was gone! Just as well, although we would have given him a bit of money if we'd have known the etiquette beforehand. Anyway, with our new 'guide' knowledge at the forefront of our minds we wondered off into the unknown and got lost in a delicious, ferocious sea of markets, spices, clothes, leather, animals, beautiful scenery and of course guides!

 Various birds were stacked in cages outside shops. Many places crammed in as many birds that would possibly fit in, which was sad to see.
 The gorgeous beach had creamy sand and tasty, turquoise blue water. Shame about the weather though!



Whilst walking around,if you stop even for a few seconds to contemplate which direction to take, there is always someone who magically appears to show you the way in exchange for as much money they can persuade you to give them...which is where you need to be quite to the point. If you really do not need/want any help then you have to be very persistent when saying no. Even despite your decline, they will still try to convince you by telling you facts and recommendations, if you remotely respond or seem interested then they will indulge you more and more, before you know it you're arranging to meet them for breakfast, guided tours and camel rides on a desert...which is exactly what happened to us on the second day.


To be Continued.....