And One for Dinosaurs (May They Rest in Peace)

And One for Dinosaurs (May They Rest in Peace)

            Today, I woke up to two things.  First, my alarm was going off (no surprise).  Second, Will was yelling, “Andy!  I chopped down a tree with a pocket knife and made a bow!”  He was also poking me with something.

            I popped my head out of sleeping burrito, and lo, there was Will holding a bow.  If I thought he had been happy about the Diablos, it was nothing compared to this.  He had been up for four hours, chopping down a tree, shaving the wood, crafting a bow, etc…all with his pocket knife (not his Buck knife, but a tiny Swiss Army knife).  He was grinning like an idiot, and there were wood shavings everywhere.

            We’re now on a train for twelve hours going to Beaune.  We transfer in Caen to go to Paris St. Lazare, switch to Paris Bercy, transfer in Dijon, then finally get to Beaune at 23:45.  I figure this is as a good a time as any to say hi to the people who have acknowledged that they’re reading our adventures.  Hi, Liz, Dina, Joe, and Jenn-Jenn!  Also, hi random dude from Michigan whose name we don’t remember (sorry, man, we didn’t sleep much that night). 

            So it’s a little after midnight.  We got on a train to Beaune in Dijon-Ville.  The train was pretty much empty.  It was us and two other dudes (each on their own).  We asked the station man how to get to our hotel.  He was happy to tell us, but he spoke absolutely no English.  In fact, his French wasn’t even comprehensible.  As the translator, I was like “WHAT?”  Luckily, we both heard the word “taxi,” and we decided that trying to walk two kM without street lights in the boonies of French wine country was a poor choice.  We took the cab.

            We got to the hotel, and the door was locked.  Lights were dim, reception desk was closed off by a metal barrier, etc.  I was about ready to set up a sleeping bag outside the hotel, when Will noticed that the ATM looked a little weird.  The ATM was actually a check-in machine!  We checked in to the hotel, went up to our room, and I took a VERY much needed shower.  I smelled rank.  If you hadn’t showered for two days, had been wearing the same clothes for four days, and just slept in the woods, you might smell bad too.  The room is weird.  Check out this funky perpendicular bunk bed and future bathroom with no toilet seat and a cut bamboo shaped showerhead.

Will’s Corner

            Whoa whoa.  Whoa, whoa, whoa.  Whoa whoa whoa, whoa.  Whoa whoa.  I’ve got a bow, what about you?

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Dear Joe,

            Just in case you forgot, yes, these are to you.  Yes, Joe, you, our former roommate.  The one who is probably purchasing a copious amount of cocaine and Thai hookers.  Also, have a nice day.

Love,

Will and Andy