MY #FRENCHFUSION ADVENTURES: Arrival Bordeaux 1

Sunday 21^st Sept 2014,

I woke up 4am this morning in Bremen, Germany. Have to catch an early flight to Paris CDG enroute Bordeaux for my #frenchfusion quest. I have been planning this like forever. It’s going to be my second time in France but my first time was for the MIPCOM TV content market in Cannes, so I didn’t experience the French food and lifestyle I had always longed for, Thanks to all my French teachers and my Dad who kept saying the French eat the best. I was so longing to have my own personal French food adventures and my Destination is Bordeaux.

Known for their fine wine and vineyards, I already planned to meet up with a couple of People that will make this adventure very memorable. I had a long list of cool People with me, thanks to my dear friend Monsieur Pierre Cherruau of the French Consulate in Lagos. First on my list is Madam Marie-Christine Cherruau, she is going to be my host and I was so excited because for every time I travel out of Nigeria, I always stay  in hotels, I book hotels with kitchenettes so I can cook my own food. Yeah… except for the time I visited Ghana, My darling Maame-Vida got me out of that hotel room and gave me a real Ghanian treat in the comfort of her Home (Thanks Vida, I hope I reciprocated well when you visited Naija?... But you married now, I guess we won’t be able to have the girly girly thingy again) anyway that is by the way.

Arrived the Bremen airport, early enough for my check in, thanks to my Friend Ejime who had hired this sleek Mercedes Benz convertible that left me wishing all through my stay in Germany. The way the buttons control the car features and having it perform those “robot” stunts, I just wanted to bring it back to Nigeria but then I remembered all the pot holes on my roads in Lagos,  after driving into all those gallops and pot-holes am damn sure by the time I press those buttons on the convertible, they most definitely won’t respond, the sensors would have forgotten all its prompts and even when it remembers, the bolts and nuts would have lost all their alignments and there goes our convertible…

Checked in, of course the way the German security goes about their duties, I doubt a terrorist would ever slip pass them (the whole airport search thing can be tiring but truly, I don’t blame them because the terrorists are stopping at nothing these days too and they do not write you a memo).

Icht……,!!@@#??????? ……. And I replied, Pardon me, I don’t speak Dutch. Ooh ok, she said, in her fair English. Then she asked, any liquid, sharp objects, electronic gadget in bag. I answered No, but in the affirmative for Electronic gadget. I brought out my note-pad, passed the metal detector, and then it was time for hot romance with the female security officer. She virtually touched everywhere; she could almost give me an orgasm if I allowed it. She took me to a sit, (Nooooo, not to continue the romance o, clean your dirty minds). Take off your Boots madam, she said, I took them off and she took it for scanning, in a few minute, she brought them back and I began to struggle with the lace (I am not a boot person but I actually start catching cold from my feet) got my stuff from the scanning area, walked down to the gate area and took a sit as I await boarding.

To be Continued....