OK, so we didn’t go to the Czech Republic just yet. Owing to a massive screw up at Europcar where we were led to believe that the car would be happily insured for driving in Czech Republic and Poland – because you know, that’s the option I selected on the website when I booked back in January – we are now on a train to Stuttgart. Frankly, we just wanted to get out of France, because the anti-English feeling is in full effect. Maybe it’s a Strasbourg thing, but the single place outside of the Hotel where we didn’t feel like complete twits for not speaking fluent French was the hole in the wall where got Kebabs*, and the train station.
Don’t get me wrong, my French is quite terrible, but I did make a concerted effort not to act like an American and just yell louder till I got what I want. Part of the fun of travelling is making a go of it, despite the fact that you’re lost in the foreign country. I just wish that the locals in Strasbourg weren’t so… angry.
* I have no idea if this is a Strasbourg or France thing, but kebabs are really popular here. More so than Wellington. Almost as many as bakeries.