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Swimming in the fast lane

Spring has sprung and I have joined my local piscine for a little lap action. The French swim the way they drive. Hurried, erratic and with no thought for other travellers they swerve around on-coming traffic, fail to pause the requisite 2 seconds and face plant into the next swimmers flailing feet, or create their own 3rd lane and breast kick everyone on either side. I am at the point in my life in Paris where I desperately need some swear words. The best I could must, after a women stopped dead in my lane to chat to a friend and I backstroked right into her, was a deeply sarcastic Bonjour! (hello people!!!!) which was kind of lost in translation and everyone in the pool had a little giggle at my attempt.



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