Hitch 2012 - Day Three, France

So we were in Paris, kind of. The camp site was technically in Boulogne, just outside of Paris and we didn't really fancy wandering around Paris with our bags, so decided to just move on. We tried to hitch out of Paris but after walking for an hour we realised it was how they said; impossible to hitch out of Paris. So instead we got a train to Versailles, which was beautiful, and it was a double-decker train. We walked out of the station in Versailles straight to a Starbucks to charge our phones and get some food. There was a password on the receipt for the toilet, which I thought was pretty awesome, and seemed to happen everywhere in France.

William

We walked for another hour to the outskirts of Versailles where a lovely 27 year old called William picked us up. He was listening to French rasta music, and took us to a supermarket to buy us beer. He even offered to buy us a bottle of wine. He then took us to his dads house, where we slightly freaked out his dad because he saw us before William, just a kid in a monkey suit and some girl standing in his house. William showed us around and told us that he and his father had built the whole thing, everything but the beams in the ceiling. It was amazing on the inside, although I think I'd probably bang my head a few times on the ceilings. He then pulled out a sock and offered us a smoke, to which we declined. He drove us to the train station, where he saw some chavy looking boys he used to TA at school with. They seemed really nice considering how intimidating they looked and we sat and drank beer with William and one of the boys. They kissed me goodbye, French style, and we got on the train to Rambouillet.

When we got there we walked around for a while looking for a main road, and stood with a sign for the A10, but apparently it was the wrong road so we had to walk a little further but the man who had to us swung around in his car and picked us up to take us to the right road. After another half hour a man on a bike told us that the A10 wasn't down that road and that we should put a town name instead. We decided on Chartres, although it was getting pretty late so I wasn't sure if anyone would be going that far. However, it did't take too long before a 21 year old plumber in a boy racer car pulled over. He didn't speak much English, but he seemed pretty cool. He dropped us off in Chartres and then we went to get some food. It was getting pretty dark outside, so we went to wander around the chapel which looked beautiful lit up. We then walked for another hour to find a place to camp and ended up in a hedge next to two very main roads. Although it was a bit scary and surreal at first it ended up being pretty cosy.