Viola! I saw people lying on the grass behind the tennis courts. Ok it is very nice to lie on the grass in winter, I admit. But lying in NUS is just wierd.
SATURDAY
Roanna came over to Lyon and we brought her around Lyon.
I cooked chicken noodles for breakfast for both of us. I am glad I didn't poison her and she liked the noodles. It was my first time cooking noodles here. And yes, I cooked the noodles from scratch, without chicken stock.
We set off in the morning and walked through the traboules in Vieux Lyon.
I finally took a nice picture of the inside of St Jean.:)
Interesting shops we passed by:
Crepe maker. I have yet to try Crepe. No heart to buy it because it cost 2 euros.
Dude making Churros. Churros is some spanish snack that you eat with sugar.
I've never seen or eaten churros until yesterday. Not bad. I can open Churros store in sg. HUR HUR.
We stopped by the best boulangerie in Lyon and I bought a croissant and pain au chocolat. Well, all I can say is, I ate the best croissant in my life there. The best thing about the bread here is... it's cheap for such fantastic stuff.
After hanging out in Vieux Lyon, we went up to Fourviere. The ascend was exhausting.
The lovely golden statue.
I don't know how many photos I have posted of "nice views of nimes/lyon/avignon", but the views up from the hills are just magnifique.
Lyon in the day. As you can see, the buildings in Lyon are relatively short.
yuvraj, a mauritian dude from nus, and me.
The top of the entrance. We were there 15 minutes before the mass started. It was also quite crowded as it was a saturday.
Crucifixion.
Inside of Fourvierre.
Later on, we made our way down to the theatre ruins.
All 4 of us nus kids.
Roanna and I, with Jesus. haha!
We saw an apple tree on the way down. The apple tree had mini apples, and Yuvraj ate one without dying.
After the long day of walking, we went over to our french teacher's place for a dinner the brazilians organised.
Introducing some of the brazilian exchange students!
Alfie (I don't know how to spell his name), holding the bottle of Cachaca. Cachaca is a brazilian drink which tastes like vodka. They use it to make a drink with lime,sugar and ice. I forgot the name of the drink.
They were complaining that a bottle of Cachaca here costs a bomb (11 euros at carrefour, compared to 2 euros in their country). Haha wait till they see how much drinks cost in singapore. Then they'll see that 11 euros is considered a good deal.
Taiane
Bernado.
Roberto, the mexican, with his favourite mask.
Cheers.
The brazilians entertained us with brazilian music. These brazilians are so talented! They're really musical and they dance really really well. It seems that almost all brazilians can dance samba and salsa. Not all can though.
Us learning the salsa. yupyup I've learnt some moves!
This is a brazilian dish called Feijoada. It's like the national dish of brazil. It's made of pork and black beans with rice and tastes fabulous.
Roberto, again.
More dancing. Brazilian and latin american music was playing in the background, while the latin americans were happily singing. It was when my teacher asked us singaporeans "hey can you guys sing us a singapore song" that I realized... we have no unique culture to call our own. :( I sadly told her we people in sg listen to american songs.
If we ever organise a singaporean fete, I think the only thing we will do is cook some SG food. That's it. No special songs, no special dances. We could serve tiger beer for beverages. Or Yeo's packet drinks. Hur hur.
One of the brazilian dudes playing the guitar using a pen (he used the rough side of the pen).
Group photo. That's my teacher at the back (with the open arms). It was a fantastic night, and I learned so much about a country I have never been to- brazil.
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