Paris. Fuck up.

Jus and I have this ongoing thing about booking places in advance.

I like to, Jus doesn't.

It's the spirit of organisation vs. the spirit of adventure - and when it comes to hotel bookings we're diametrically opposed in our philosophies.

To be fair, in the past when Jus' won this toss of the coin, it's always worked out well and provided a great experience.

This last few days I've been seeing the bookings disappear rapidly online during the times we're staying here. I wanted to book, but Jus assured me that it wouldn't be a problem. I had a bad feeling about it, but yesterday's great Amsterdam experience left me more relaxed.

We arrived to find that not a single hotel in Paris has an available room for the next three nights due to the largest airline conference in the world being held this week.

So we're heading slightly out of town to go to an Ibis hotel on the outskirts of the city for the next little while. At least it's cheap!

We're going to stay in a nice hotel in the centre on the last night, if we can.

Pictures are coming.

We've been helped by a really cool bargirl called Layla at the Cappuccino Café on Rue de Saint Denis with our reservations. She doesn't speak English, but she organised our hotel for us. Way cool.