Transport

I know I shouldn’t have tried, but this was a new leaf and thus new experiences were to be explored – public transport (although excellent in France, I’m told compared to other places in the world) is not an experience I’m willing to repeat too often…oh, just had a thought - do airlines count as public transport???? – if so, can private jet owners please contact me for future commuting. Thus a couple of trips along the Cote d’ Azure were pleasant (read with a tinge of sarcasm), and the couple of attempts at commuting which were foiled by the rolling strikes of said public transport…I know it doesn’t take a lot – never claimed patience or long attention spans.
Hunting for a vehicle is not so easy, when as described before my French is limited and thus I could be purchasing a submarine rather than a sedan, which may in fact work just fine…..there shouldn’t be too many tolls or parking issues, there wouldn’t be issues of which side of the white line one should stay on and this is enough thinking without purchasing a right hand drive in a left hand drive country, thus the conflict of road sides with seating arrangements gets all too much, did I mention the gear shift aswelll….it’s almost all too much – anyone out there with an available chauffeured limo please contact writer.
No really, I am going to persist with this purchase – after all the world economy is crashing and I’m going to see a normally overpriced vehicle is acquired at a bare minimum value from a banking director whose last bonus cheque would float a small nation, but of course he can’t flaunt such obscenity and thus the relinquishing of four wheeled toys to those of us who can’t believe their luck …..this may apply to jets also, heard a couple of mega-companies who’ve put their hands out for government bailout funds are finding this little tickets item hard to explain to the funding tax payers….starting to love the recession.
So here I go purchasing a vehicle in a country that not only drives on the other side of the road but the driver seat is on the wrong side and do I need to mention that there hasn’t been a sober day (well maybe one) since I arrived…..Oh the memorize of childhood with dad driving.