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We dug for the morning today, so I'm feeling rather sleepy considering I was up late going out for crepes and cidre for my birthday. I suppose the chocolate bananna crepe with vanilla and chocolate ice cream was a passable substitute for a birthday cake and the cidre was too die for. Of course, cannot afford to eat out again for a long time...
Yesterday, we woke up early and piled in the van to drive three hours to the site of the hillfort of Vix, which is being dug by some Germans atm. First we were shown where they were digging the ramparts by this Austrian who gave the impression of having dug the entire area entirely by himself, with perhaps some help from his dog. Wish I were digging with the Germans - the number of cute, tanned guys not wearing shirts was impressive... Am still being hit on here in Bourges btw, it's just more subdued than Paris. I suppose it's flatering to have guys yelling that I'm beautiful out car windows... Anyway, we were shown around the rest of the site by this mad german, then headed to a nearby town to view the remains and artefacts from the burial at Vix (it's a fantastically rich find with 165cm tall wine craters, a female prestige burial, huge gold torcs, etruscan jars etc). Very nice to see and look at and well worth the drive. Afterwards, we hit Virlay (sp?) where the first crusade began and where there is a lovely example of an 11th century church. Since it was a feast day, there was some pretty singing by the monks and nuns there too. Quite a nice day for a birthday if I do say so myself, though it made the digging this morning all the longer.
Have started 1984 after borrowing it off someone. What a cold, terrible, fantastic picture it's painting. Why in the world was I forced to read every other failed utopia related book in the world except this one in school? Odd...
Will hurt someone the next time I hear Evanescence's Bring Me To Life. It comes on every day like clockwork for some reason... Also, you have not been tortured until you've had Eminem in french stuck in your head for three hours.
Will be able to sleep in tomorrow. What a treat...
Yesterday, we woke up early and piled in the van to drive three hours to the site of the hillfort of Vix, which is being dug by some Germans atm. First we were shown where they were digging the ramparts by this Austrian who gave the impression of having dug the entire area entirely by himself, with perhaps some help from his dog. Wish I were digging with the Germans - the number of cute, tanned guys not wearing shirts was impressive... Am still being hit on here in Bourges btw, it's just more subdued than Paris. I suppose it's flatering to have guys yelling that I'm beautiful out car windows... Anyway, we were shown around the rest of the site by this mad german, then headed to a nearby town to view the remains and artefacts from the burial at Vix (it's a fantastically rich find with 165cm tall wine craters, a female prestige burial, huge gold torcs, etruscan jars etc). Very nice to see and look at and well worth the drive. Afterwards, we hit Virlay (sp?) where the first crusade began and where there is a lovely example of an 11th century church. Since it was a feast day, there was some pretty singing by the monks and nuns there too. Quite a nice day for a birthday if I do say so myself, though it made the digging this morning all the longer.
Have started 1984 after borrowing it off someone. What a cold, terrible, fantastic picture it's painting. Why in the world was I forced to read every other failed utopia related book in the world except this one in school? Odd...
Will hurt someone the next time I hear Evanescence's Bring Me To Life. It comes on every day like clockwork for some reason... Also, you have not been tortured until you've had Eminem in french stuck in your head for three hours.
Will be able to sleep in tomorrow. What a treat...
