Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Metro, Gypsies, Baguettes, Ravioli and RATP....

Concluding my France mash-up, was the final destination of my travels which was Paris. I had been meaning to visit this city for years. I had visited years ago when I was 13/14 with a school trip. But after seeing post upon post of Metro and other Parisian sites, I knew I had to visit as soon as. 


So we were in Lille, and the day before leaving we thought we would double check what the train prices are from Lille to Paris. Online they were 20euros, but when it came to the real deal of purchasing them it was more like 45+euros. I dont usually bunk trains, especially when you have the money to just pay the fare. It saves the hassle. But fuck it, your in another country what is the worst that can happen. 


On the last day we quickly grabbed some more paint then headed up to Gare du Lille-Europe. Straight away you are visited by some mean, well dressed ticket inspectors mingling about on the platform. We decided to board on the opposite end to where the ticket inspectors got on. We dumped out bags in the usual luggage bit at the end of the seats. Our plan of action was to just bust into the toilets and hide when we saw the TI coming. Our main mistake was choosing a carriage with 3 other people sitting in it. We realised the TI would of taken 2 minutes to check the other passengers before heading to us. I was shocked how quickly the guy had taken to get through the train. With in minutes of the train leaving he had got to our carriage, off we both quickly darted, it must of looked pretty suspect. I had picked the worst way to go, I ended up having to walk all the way to the end of the train, and visited the toilet just behind the drivers cabin. I wasnt sure how long the TI was going to take so I literally sat in the toilet for 15-20minutes bored out of my skull. I was half expecting the toilet door to wizz open to him standing there. I even sat down with my trousers down so at least it looked as if I was taking a dump. 


After a while I gave up with the boredom, I decided to just go back and hope he had gone and done his business. Low and behold as I opened the toilet door, he came straight out the drivers cabin. I had a gut feeling that was my game up. I nodded and said 'bonjour' nervously. I carried on walking down the carriages on my phone, pretending to make a phone call. A carriage down he was stopped by a passenger, so I quickly darted off and sat down in our carriage, facing the opposite way to which he would have been walking. I crammed myself so far into the corner of that seat with my hood up, pretending to be asleep. A minute or two later he walked straight past. I smiled to myself and actually had a little sleep. I got a good 30minute nap in, then we arrived in Paris. Shocked as I was we had no hassle, I dont even think you would get away with bunking a train from Croydon to Victoria these days, let alone a TGV from Lille to Paris.


RER...


We had to jump onto the RER to Gare Du Nord. On arrival, we disgusted some Asian tourists. There we both were, cramming in behind 2 young'ish girls trying to get through the barriers. Our journey had been successful. We hadnt paid a single penny for it as well, quite a nice feeling. We saved 45euro on the TGV and then 9.50euro for the RER. That meant extra food and more paint. 


First on the agenda was to head to where someone had slept many time before and stashed bits whilst doing their business during the day. We headed there and it had been taken over and been made into some Hippy Eco Garden place. It looked cool but it just meant we couldnt sleep there and had to walk into the corner of a tarmac car park which was uncomfortably but was chilled and out of the way. We had a sit down and a relax, ate some food and sunbathed. 


Chillin...


We got an hour or two, then we headed down to a spot we had been given a heads up on. I didnt have enough paint, so I tagged along and got some footage. It was a sick little siding, bit of an iffy access. It was a run off a platform, mid service alongside another train. It was full proof but just felt a tad odd to do. But again that was the fun of Paris. You seemed to just get away with mad stuff compared to London. The paint went well, never got to see the panel run and go into traffic, but was fun never the less. We then realised time was getting on so we headed to meet Patch, who had flown straight to Paris from his Bail meeting.


Sneaky...

We had to travel back to Gare Du Nord, we met up swiftly headed back to the stash spot and decided on what the plan of action was for the evening. There was a few things that we could do but we ended up heading to check out the Sprague. We jumped back on the metro and traveled down there. A quick bop off the platform and we were on the other side of a barrier to it. We could of slipped underneath but we decided to wait till the night as there could of been some workers hanging around. 




On and On...


Walking...

Poser...


We decided to check back later but we couldnt get access to the station as there was a load of works going on. We decided to attack from another direction. We walked about in the tunnels for a while, realizing that we  werent going to get done what we wanted.  As we decided to leave we heard voices up a shaft. We instantly knew what was coming so off we scarpered.



On The Run...

As we ran up to the next station in hope to somehow get the fuck out of there, we ran into a kind man who was taking his big dog for an evening walk. Instantly out game was up, about 15seconds later we had another 5 RATP security running up to us from the tunnel we just came from. All we could do is sit there and accept our fate. They are really, really hot on graffiti out there, its the first thing they said, "graffiti!, graffiti!". We got a quick search as they made us sit on the floor, we didnt really have much idea on what to do but sit there and be quiet. They had to of been the biggest cunts I have ever had to deal with. They were pushing and shuvvin' us like we had actually done something pretty serious. I mean I expect a bit but they were being proper overboard. They made us stroll down the tracks back to a station where another 6 RATP arrived with another dog. I think we had numerous encounters for no reason. They seemed to want to provoke us into doing something. I think we kept pissing them off when we tried to get some baby wipes out to clean ourselves up.



At this station we waited and waited, then low and behold 3 Police Officers turned up, straight away we pretty much knew our fate. After a few minutes we were loaded into the back of a police car, and driven a whole 500m. Took no more than 20seconds, no idea why we didnt just walk over with them. It was amazing to see the difference in the RATP security inside the police station. They were near enough silent. We didnt hear any racist remarks and they didnt say or shout one thing at us. Like most people they were on a power trip, and they know they have no place in a proper police station. 


We sat there for 5 hours, with no water, no food. Waiting for our fate. I was first to get called into a little room to speak to another officer to have a chat. Not much was said apart from why we were in the metro, and why we wanted to visit etc. The officer found it quite funny and wasnt to fussed. He thought it was a bit of a waste of time. During my interview a fat overweight beast man brought the other guys in, and he looked pissed. I was later told that Patch had decided to take a nap on some benches and the guy had kicked him, to which Patch kicked back! Nutter! Either way we got told to piss off and come back the next day. Either way we caught some mad jokes whilst in the station.


Pickpocketing Gypsies - Photo from Not Guilty...

Check the Shell Suit - Photo from Not Guilty... 

Web Lee In The Background - Photo from Not Guilty... 


In the morning we woke up and ended up having a chat to the people who owned the eco garden. Supposedly a few locals had been a bit dubious of us sleeping in the car park. He recommended to us to go across the street and check out a squat. We decided to head over, and my god am I happy we did. They had built up some crazy squat with tree houses and all. We just claimed a little spot on the grass as it was fairly out of the way and didnt seem too inconvenient us being there. We had a chat to a few people and got to know some of them. They said if it rained we could relocate to the crazy tree house which was a nice offer! It wasnt finished but it was waterproof. There was some cool things floating about in there though, the one that got me was an electric chair for the computer. Nice little thing to see!


Sod Office Chairs...
A Kids Dream Tree House - Photo by Patch

We returned the next day, I dont know why we did, but we were told it would only be a slight telling off and we would be on our way again. So we returned thinking nothing of it.  It was funny how no one knew what to do with us. We sat there for another 3-4 hours. We were entertained by Web Lee, a comically dressed udnercover, some gypsy kids, and some pretty tidy italian bird. The gypsies had to be the best entertainment. We all had some array of snacks and drinks, which obviously the gypsies hardly ever get to eat. So we snuck them a few nuts to eat which the police werent happy with at all. I kind of felt sorry for them. The police were proper harsh to them, then again, they were dirty pick pocketing gypsies. They were constantly spraying them with air freshner and not allowing them to sleep. The one chance one of them had to sleep, Web Lee yanked the kids shell suit so he fell off the bench. Not gonna lie, it was hilarious. Also one of the gypsies had the dirtiest bogey going. Was a proper rotten one, literally made us all feel so ill. I think I nearly threw up, and I have a pretty strong stomach.

After a while I got called into the room, I had a second interview with some knob head of a copper. I did have a translator though which helped. The next bit is something I did not really enjoy hearing. But they tried to set a court date, which obviously I said no to. They werent to happy when I declined to sign a form which was in french, only due to them not giving me an english copy. Either way that shit will not be attended. So fuck you France. As I returned to the others I explained the outcome which was well, a bit shitty.



Handsteez...

Commuter...


Anyway that shit over we returned back to the stash spot. I was a tad disheartened to be fair. The rest of this day I just moped about being a boring fart. The other 2 went off for a quick paint, I wish I had now to get my spirits up but just felt like we had wasted the whole day anyway. We had a fairly early night, we were hoping to go out and catch another panel that night, but when we woke up it was raining so we sacked it off. We woke up on the last day of my trip and I was pretty much in a mood I didnt want to do anything to major just incase I fucked up and couldnt get my Eurostar home. Anyway we bopped over to the raccord, we had been busting the mad midrides for the past few days as well. Its a fun way to travel, makes the metro a bit more interesting, and it pisses off some stuck up frenchies as well.


Selfpotrait of Midride...

English Hooligans...


By not doing much we bopped over to a Raccord tunnel which had been known to lay a few trains. We headed to the paint shop and more paint was purchased. I am absolutely gutted to this day that I didnt stock up and get enough paint for an end to end. The raccord was so chilled. I didnt buy any as I was leaving 4 hours later. I didnt want to have to give paint away or bin it, especially as the Eurostar is pretty strict on aerosols etc these days. So I just used what I had. It was such a chilled paint. We could of busted whole cars wild styles. Could of spent all day there if we had wanted. We had a nice paint, did a bit of a shit panel as I wasnt expecting the chilled-out-ness. I got some shots Im mega happy with anyway.


Slumbering...

Third Rail Flex...

Actioonnn...

Actiiooonnnn

Flexing...
To sum up Paris its a bloody fun city to be in. Its the mixture of madness you get up to. Bopping off platforms mid service, midriding, eating baguettes, eating pasta from cans, drinking maximator, annoying stuck up frenchies, meeting randoms, winding up gypsies, and getting bum raped by RATP Security. I am in mixed opinions about revisiting. I know if the offer ever arises I will probably be straight on the opportunity. I think the only reason for not visiting is the police hassle, but who says they will catch me?

5 comments:

  1. Yeh Yeh! Like a boss. Epic shots and epic reads. Glad you don't got shots.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Excellent write up there man, glad to see you didn't get into too much trouble over there!

    ReplyDelete
  3. You fucking english toy...

    ReplyDelete