After 36 hours without sleeping or so, and 24h of non-stop travelling, i'm back home, finally.
I went to AC and due to people i met on IRC, i was able to stay for 10 days in California.
God, making the way back home was painful though.
For a start, i planned to stay in california longer, but a friend of mine had problems so i had to book another flight....bim, 500 euros...and to cancel another flight i booked long time ago, which makes a loss of 250 euros. yay.
I went to LA, got in the plane. 11 hours later, plane land at Dusseldorf (Germany), where i have to take a connecting flight to Paris.
At Dusseldorf, just to be sure, i go the luggage/information point, to ask i have to pick my luggage and take care of it myself to the next flight, the lady says no, show me my ticket and tell me everything is alright very clearly.
I hop on the next flight.
Finally. After 14 hours of flying, i'm in France. Home sweet home indeed, after 5 minutes, i already hear people ranting or behaving like assholes.
First thing to do, pick up my luggage. I was there before the delivery started, waiting...and nothing. Everybody got its stuff, but not me.
Me being a good french, i start to curse, wondering why i went back to that shitty country (which might me the reason why french people tend to rant and being all bitchy =p) : it's been 20 min i'm home and it's already painful....well it's not home, it's Paris, and i hate Paris.
So yeaaaaah, they lost my luggage. Cool. All clothes, and my snowleopard tail in it...which is actually the thing i treasure the most in it...i love my tail =/
Guess what! I was supposed to meet buddies in Paris. Despite charging my phone for 30 min before i left LA, my phone went to bed in less than 30 seconds after i woke him up...
MY PHONE CHARGER WAS IN MY LUGGAGE.
yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay ヽ( ﾟ ▽｀ﾟ)ノ ･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*
So lets sum it up. After 14 hours of flight, i feel dirty, hungry and really tired (because i tried to sleep but failed, i got nothing to eat in the plane, not a real meal at least, and i didnt have to occasion to WASH), my luggage has been lost, and i'm absolutely unable to contact anybody. FUCKING RAD.
I went to the luggage desk, told the woman i didn't see my luggage coming, she went to have a look, felt sorry for me and started to fill a paper or two. Finally she told me they were going to take care of it, she has enough information to start looking for it.
I hopefully should get a call from the airport in the next days. or not <_<
After 30 min of research i finally found a working internet access point in the airport (needless to say i cursed for a while) and managed to get in touch with some murryfurries i knew...i asked them to phone the buddies i was looking for, but they didnt get any answer. All they could do was to leave vocal messages.
So, yeah...too bad, but i HAD to leave Paris ASAP, to get back home in Lille.
So, 2 hours of walking / RER later, in Paris (i think i told you i hate Paris already) i reach the train station.
I booked a train for Lille. I realize my train card expired, so i'll have to pay 100% of price. No discount. For a train in an hour.
My wallet would have committed seppuku if it could.
I had an hour to wait. I went to Quick, which is a fast-food i like a lot.
I queued 20 min. There were only 3 people in front of me. Bitching about who was there first.
Bitching about how expensive the burger was, outside of a meal.
Still wondering about what they were gonna order, despite being there for 30 min.
Fuck you, France.
I got my meal. i ate my first sandwich. It was kinda lame compared to the good / quality burgers USA had. But still. Not to bad.
My fries were all wet and didnt actually taste like fries. my second burger was just not edible, cause it went cold in the train station.
Dammit, i was so happy and relieved to fin a Quick and thought it was gonna be the small light in the dark to relieve me from the stress and shitty day i had. But no, it made it even worse.
1h30 of train/bus later. I'm home. Finally.
My parents were home and not asleep, i was surprised to see them, i thought they were in vacation.
I finally ate something, took a shower, and went to bed.
Theres a lasagna in the oven, it's ready now.
God. i hate this country. i'm just glad theres cheap good lasagnas and my parents.