So McDonalds internet isn't strong enough for me to get these pics up. I was able to put some pics of my trip to the Catacolmbs 60 feet under Paris. We spent a night there partying pretty hard.
It went like this. We met some dirty guys at a really cool bar by my apt. I said, "why are you guys dirty?" They had just surfaced from the tunnels. "Oh, I heard about that, I wanna go." I said. So that next friday, we went.
In the middle of a crowded Parisian street, infront of a nice restaurant, 16 of us, including our guides who were all geared up and looked like miners, popped open a manhole and climbed down a 60 foot tall ladder. What we did was highly illegal and we would probably be in jail right now if we had been caught by the cops. We weren't. HAHA.
Now underground we roamed, traveling through tunnels with low ceilings that would get lower as we walked. Crawling through holes, trekking through rivers of sewer water. Getting dirty, wet, and excited.
Making blinds turns, holding tight to out flashlights and candles, we followed our guides to the rhythm of their singing. We trusted their maps and their insticts.
At one turn, we met some other guys who were just hanging out. Our guides and other men and women who like hanging out in the catacolmbs are called Cataphils.
We reached a room that had been inforced and redone by the many of men who had visited and partied in the darkness. And there we stayed, drank, ate fondu, sang, danced, and explored until 5 am.
We did not reach the surface of Paris till around 7.
It was amaizing and one of the best Parisian experiences I have had yet. You can see the pictures on my facebook website.
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2018588&id=11701635&ref=mf
hope it works. soon i will get the ther pictures up.
take care
It went like this. We met some dirty guys at a really cool bar by my apt. I said, "why are you guys dirty?" They had just surfaced from the tunnels. "Oh, I heard about that, I wanna go." I said. So that next friday, we went.
In the middle of a crowded Parisian street, infront of a nice restaurant, 16 of us, including our guides who were all geared up and looked like miners, popped open a manhole and climbed down a 60 foot tall ladder. What we did was highly illegal and we would probably be in jail right now if we had been caught by the cops. We weren't. HAHA.
Now underground we roamed, traveling through tunnels with low ceilings that would get lower as we walked. Crawling through holes, trekking through rivers of sewer water. Getting dirty, wet, and excited.
Making blinds turns, holding tight to out flashlights and candles, we followed our guides to the rhythm of their singing. We trusted their maps and their insticts.
At one turn, we met some other guys who were just hanging out. Our guides and other men and women who like hanging out in the catacolmbs are called Cataphils.
We reached a room that had been inforced and redone by the many of men who had visited and partied in the darkness. And there we stayed, drank, ate fondu, sang, danced, and explored until 5 am.
We did not reach the surface of Paris till around 7.
It was amaizing and one of the best Parisian experiences I have had yet. You can see the pictures on my facebook website.
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2018588&id=11701635&ref=mf
hope it works. soon i will get the ther pictures up.
take care
posted by Alexander at 6:45 AM
2 Comments:
Flat out ridiculous. I'll be over there after I graduate, hopefully you'll still be there. I'm jealous man, looks awesome
Cataphials eh? Do they occasionally surface to mount raids on Taco Bell? Hahaha, what a great movie.
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