Toulouse

Right, so I've almost given up on journaling everything, because I'm doing TOO MUCH.

I'll talk about Toulouse, and MAYBE get my bus trip done before I come home.

We left Stras at 11:30 thursday night, and got down into toulouse at 12ish the next day. We were the first ones to arrive at the hostel, which kinda sucked, and we had no idea what we were doing. A few hours later, some buses started to arrive. That was when the fun started. We saw people we hadn't seen for months. Then the buses just kept on coming. And coming. There were nearly 400 people there this weekend.

The first night was just hanging around, eating dinner, and screaming. Still amazingly fun. All the Canadians sat together and had a rocking time chanting.

The second day was great. The 'conference' was kinda boring, and we were all really tired. But it did get kinda of interesting when an astronaut started talking about Airbus and all the fun stuff. After that we all mingled for a while as groups went off to walked around Toulouse, the Museum of Natural History, Museum of Space, and the Airbus Factory. There's not much to talk about here, all I did was talk to bunches of people and exchange pins and cards, but it did take a good few hours.
My group (not my district, my group) wandered around the city for a bit, then headed off the the Airbus Site. I was disappointed with it, it was still interesting, but it could have been so much better. Like, they could have had a fully assembled A380 for us to walk around in, not just watching them 'almost' assembled.
Dinner was a great affaire. We ate, had talks, had a flag/anthem ceremony, ate, watched district shows... It all blurred into one huge party. The program said we were going back to the hostel at 00h30..We didn't leave until 2h30. After that, not many people slept. Me in particular. Me and five others spent the whole night talking and enjoying ourselves in my room. All the mexicans, however, spent the whole night drinking and dancing. Good times.
That morning at breakfast we all profited from our sleep deprivation.
Sunday we had a circus/carnaval thing. Team Canada/Mexico/Italie/USA came in second. This is where I get in a bit of trouble though, as I took place in a sack race and jumped *at* the ground. Landed on my leg, which had my camera in my pocket. Camera's fine, but I have massive bruising and swelling. Then somehow, my glasses broke. My spair pare is too old to work, so I'm about to embark on the adventure that will be buying a new pair and working out the insurance.
The bus ride home was depressing, especially when we had to leave the hostel and say goodbye to all our friends. Then all the boring people slept. Excpet for us who hadn't slept. Some of us dozed, others (Luke) had Heat Exhaustion. I'm fairly sure if I hadn't been there, he would have gone down into Heat Stroke and possibly died. As it is, we made sure he drank and got his coat off and everything that needed to be done. But Damn, that was stressfull.

From Saturday morning at 8h00 until Monday morning at 5h00, I did not sleep. I impressed myself. I also participated in sports, used my lifeguarding skills, and cried my eyes out when I had to leave Sarah, even though we're on the same bus trip.

That weekend was awesome.

Bus trip and Ireland

More will be written, again once I've got it all down.

Just let it be known that I spent the greatest two weekes ever wandering around Ireland, then Paris, then the south of france, then Spain, then Paris, and now I'm home.

Day by day update will come hopefully this weekend.