Saturday, August 06, 2005
Tales from Les Sables D'Olonne
In 2003 I went to france. And if you are a regular subscriber to this blog, you may have read about Klaus, the gay german that I stalked in france. Well here is another tale from France. This is the tale of when I smuggled drugs in France.When we arrived at our sister school in France, Sainte Marie du Port, a private school that has borders and tertiary students, we were picked up by our host students. I had a midget girl called Manue, and well... her tiny family. I was the tallest my at least a head. They were v.small.
Anyway, that weekend (I think we arrived at school on a thursday or a friday) was quite interesting. On the friday, in my diary all i wrote about the incident was "we then met some friends at a corner of a street. Stuff happened" - how informative I am!
Anyway, what happened was my french student, Manue and I were met where I left my Aussie friends by a little boy and his bisexual friend, who told me to call her Maman Bondieu. We then jumped on the scooter things (in france you can ride a motor scooter at the tender age of 14.) We ended up in the country, on a street corner where more french youths arrived on scooters and in rusty old cars.
I was quite novelty for the first ten minutes, but when that wore off the kids got down to business. And I started listening to my new Janes Addiction album on my discman.
There was one guy, who looked about 19ish, but who knows - his name was Cyril. Here is a picture of him and the little boy, plus William, another random.
Cyril is the one in the red, doing bad things to the little boy (who's name i think is Boris). And William is the other one in red looking really out of it. Look! you can even see their hardcore scooter helmets in the background!So, Cyril comes up to me and we start chatting, he is very good at english, and he is very flattering too. Anyway he asks to see my discman, and I tried to tell him who I was listening to, but he didn't seem very interested in the CD. He wanted to know about the batteries. At around this time I became aware that there were two rather large policemen standing on the other side of the road watching us all. And I started to get very, very nervous. Then Cyril ushered me over to his car, where I saw a small gun, probably 9mm on the drivers seat. He then got into the car with my discman and he took the batteries out, and in their place he shoved a small package of little pills. Let me tell you, they WEREN'T panadols! So then Manue came up to me and told me to get into the car with Cyril and his friends and she would meet me later. I was absolutely terrified. I had been in the country a week, and on the second night with the person that is meant to be showing me family life and teenage life in France, I was being involved in smuggling speed across the countryside.
So aware that there was a gun, and not being able to converse too well, I had no option but to get in the little white renault with random french men. We drove for about thirty minutes when we ended up at a random McDonalds on the side of the road. The trip was quite scary as there were guns being waved around the backseat and Kylie Minogue was being pumped on the radio. Did I mention that Cyril was driving on a windy dirt road about 20km/h over the speed limit? And did I mention that he was swerving, with no headlights on? Well... he was. And I was shitting myself. I had never been so scared in my life. And to this day, I haven't been either.
So we got to the McDonalds and Cyril bought me a cheeseburger and chips and I sat down at a table with one of his friends called Matt. Matt looked a bit like Kurt Cobain, long hair, dimpled chin and stubble. Matt wasn't as good at english as Cyril, but we chatted for about 20 minutes, it was quite comforting. really! Then some hardcores came, with their slicked back hair and gross grossness of gross. My discman and various other items was handed to them, and they took it to their cars. I thought I would never see my precious discman again, but no, Cyril went out there to get his money and my discman back.
Then Cyril, Matt and the other guy and I got back into the car where we headed back to Les Sables D'Olonne (the main town in the region) where we met up with Manue and her weird little scooter friends. Then Cyril "made his dick cry." - I too was scared when he said this, but I soon realised he didn't actually know the verb, to pee.
So I jumped on the back of Manues scooter, and we went back home.
And that was the time that I smuggled drugs across the french countryside.
Later that week, Manue and I went to visit some of her friends in this mansion type thing. We got there, and we went into this little bedroom that was just filled with cigarette smoke. When I got there, once again i was the novelty australian girl, so they decided to celebrate my arrival with a joint. It was quite a little ritual they had going with the rolling of the joints. There were papers stuck to the wall, so one girl (who's house it was) who was possibly more androgynous than JD Samson (polly, do you remember it? at our soiree it took us the whole night to work out that it had boobs) carefully took a paper off the wall (why there were cigarette papers on the wall in the first place i have no idea?) and handed it to the second kid, who filled it, who then handed it onto the next kid, who licked half, and the next kid licked the next bit, and I had to roll it. Anyone that knows me well, knows that i can't roll a joint to save my life - but I managed this time, but the second one I completely stuffed up.
So yeah. That's my experience of drugs in france. Here is a picture of My French student, and her sister. I don't have a picture of Matt (Kurt Cobain guy) nor do I have a picture of the androgynous chick. But here you go.
Oh, and those that met Manue when she came to Australia, let me tell you - she changed HEAPS! And she seems to be hanging out with a different croud now, because I asked her how Maman Bondieu was doing, but she told me she hadn't seen her or Boris or Cyril in months. So hmm...- Em xoxo
p.s Manue wasn't supposed to be my host student, the girl I was supposed to stay with was in hospital having her stomach pumped.
p.p.s later in the week, Polly made out with Cyril. Well... it was pretty pathetic, but still very amusing.