my first week in angers has been relatively uneventful. we've been going around, trying out the local cuisine, exploring their supermarkets, and appreciating all types of wonderful architecture from the churches to the quaint little houses. we've made friends, from our french dorm mates, to the other chinese students who are also studying in essca, and to our fellow exchange students- be they austrian, russian, hungarian, german, et al.
the first day of our orientation was tiring. they all spoke in french, but i'm proud to say that i didn't need a dictionary to understand the gist of what they're saying. we also had to pick our classes. i'll post my class list as soon as i finalize it with my essca tutor; but i did choose classes tackling pretty interesting stuff like international trade, and management and change. i can say that, as usual, i'm overloading once again. the average number of ECTS that they want us to take is 30, but mine is around 35. i had to trim it down from the original 57 that i was determined to take. heh.
the misadventure started after the orientation. there's a french celebration going on right now called the
accroche coeur. it's a lively street party full of various activities in the different areas of the city. (i'll post pictures as soon as i get wifi, promise!) anyway, we started off by meeting up with people in the place de ralliement and then we watched a slapstick comedy show. after the hilarious antics of the 2 guys, we watched this french dude perform with a chinese yoyo. then, the group wanted to go get a drink in the pub, before we go to
another pub (where they'll chug more drinks... these people can drink!). cher was all for it but her new boots were killing her so we decided to go home. unfortunately, we didn't realize that the celebration fucked up the city's bus system. we waited for a couple of hours for a bus that would never pass by that stop that night! some kind/freaky soul tried to help us, but we ended up in the wrong stop as well. (ugh, even the angevins don't know what the fuck's up with the buses.) finally cher's friend was able to meet up with us and we ended up going to dublin's (the pub) because they really wanted to go there. ugh, and by pub, i do mean the heavy
inuman and loud music type of irish pub. definitely
not my element. i ended up sitting on the sidewalk with lizzy, contemplating the merits of rolling down the road to avoid the smoke, loud dance music and what-have-yous that are pretty common here. we ended up finding a bus in the place de ralliement.
*i consider the life-threatening ordeals of the journey from manila to angers the first extended misadventure.