Why I didn’t like Paris [nQNllMF34Us]

Hello. Hello, testing. Is it working?

Yes, I think it's recording. Good, so we

can start today's video. Um, okay, so it's

my first time making a video like this.

I'm not really sure what I'm doing. I'm

basically screen recording— screen

recording the screen using Bandicam,

unregistered version. Obviously. So today

I'm gonna talk about— so today I'm

going to talk about the time I went to

Paris with my ex-Korean girlfriend. Now,

she wasn't technically my girlfriend

because we weren't dating or in a

relationship. We were just hooking up and

enjoying each other's company, and we were

both lonely and both desperate, and we had

no one else, and she had a really nice big

booty, which I found extremely attractive.

If you don't believe me, I do have some

photos I took when I went to Paris if you

would like to see. Here's one. This is me

in front of the Eiffel Tower. And I have

another one. This is a— this is not me.

This is a statue. Very naked statue.

And this is me again in front of the

Eiffel Tower. And me

again in front of an Asian woman and the

Eiffel Tower. And here's me again in front

of some kind of cathedral. And another

picture of me in front of the arch

thingamajig in Paris. So that was me in

Paris, and it was a bit of an interesting

experience, I have to say.

So let's start straight from the

beginning. I had to go to Paris to meet up

with my ex-Korean girlfriend. So it was my

first time ever going to Paris, and I had

to go by myself. I had to get on the

Eurostar Channel, which is a very fast

train which goes straight from London to

Paris, uses the, uh, the tunnel which goes

underneath the English Channel. And I was

very nervous about using it, and, um,

I nearly missed, missed my train because I

didn't realize that you had to press a

button on the train to open the doors. I

was just standing there Waiting for the

doors to open, I assumed it would be like

Japan where the doors on the trains just

all automatically open by themselves

without having to press a button, but no.

This woman came running down the platform

shouting at me, press the button, press

the button! And I didn't know what was

going on, and then I finally realized that

I had to press the button to open the door

on the train. So I pressed the button and

the door opened. I nearly missed the

train. I would have missed it. It would

have just gone off, driven off without me

if that woman wasn't shouting at me to

press the button. I had no idea you had to

press a button to open the door. Anyway,

I got onto the train. It was really

crowded, really packed, cramped. I wasn't

impressed because I'm used to the bullet

train, the Shinkansen in Japan, which is

very modern, very big, spacious, clean.

The doors open automatically. And in

comparison, the Eurostar train was just

not very good. So I got to Paris after a

few hours and everything was fine. I had

to wait a little bit for my Korean

girlfriend to finally arrive, so I just

stood around in the Charles de Gaulle— is

it Charles de Gaulle? No, it's— that's the

airport, stupid. I wasn't waiting at the

airport, I was waiting at the train

station. I can't remember what it's called

now. Anyway, I was waiting at the train

station where the Eurostar stops at, and I

kept getting approached by these little

brown girls. And I say brown because they

weren't white and they weren't black.

They looked Indian. They had brown skin

and black hair, and they all looked

similar, like they were all from the same,

the same place or the same country. And

the first time it happened, I didn't— I

was a bit confused. I didn't understand

what was going on. One of them just came

up to me and asked me if I spoke English,

and I said yes. I thought it was just an

innocent little girl asking for help. So I

said yes, and then she started talking to

me about homeless children, and she asked

me to fill out my name and address on a

piece of paper, and then she asked me for

money. It was just some homeless kid. I

don't even know if she was homeless or

not. It was just some kid asking me for

money, begging me for money. So I said no

and I walked off. And then the same thing

happened about 3 or 4 times. They kept

doing the same thing. They would come up

to me, ask me if I spoke English, and And

then they would start going on about

homeless children, and then they would ask

me for money. I didn't really get a good

feeling from this. It instantly felt like

a scam, like they were a group of scammers

going around the train station targeting

foreigners, asking them if they spoke

English. They didn't go up to any French

people. They didn't speak any French. I

bet they weren't even French. I bet they

didn't even know how to speak French.

Maybe they weren't French people. Anyway,

this was really irritating and I just

ignored them after a while. After the

second or third time when they came up to

me and asked me if I spoke English, I just

turned away and walked off. I know that's

really rude, but I don't want to get

scammed. I don't want to give them money.

Who knows what they would do with the

money? They probably won't even give the

money to homeless children or any charity.

They would just pocket the money and go to

McDonald's and buy a Big Mac for

themselves, for all I know. If I wanted to

give money to the homeless children, I

would find a proper charity organization

and give it to them, not some strange

brown girls who look like they were 18

years old in the train station in France.

That's just weird. Anyway, after a bit,

my Korean girlfriend finally arrived at

the train station and we met up with each

other. We went to the hotel, we had some

fun, and then we went sightseeing. We went

to the main tourist locations, the Eiffel

Tower, The Arch of Triumph and some

cathedral place. And everything was fine

apart from the cathedral place. This is

where all the problems started, really.

When we went to the cathedral place,

there were gangs of black men all over the

place. And the reason why I specifically

say black men is because I'm not trying to

be racist. I'm not racist, okay? I'm just

saying that they were all black. All black

men just standing around in these

intimidating groups around the cathedral,

blocking the pathways, the routes towards

the cathedral. So if you wanted to make

your way towards the cathedral, you had to

walk past these gangs of black men, and

they were everywhere. And every time you

tried to walk past them, they would try to

sell you this tacky stuff like those

plastic helicopters that fly up into the

air, or these Things that spin around on

the ground making noise and lighting up.

And bracelets. Fucking bracelets. They

kept trying to sell me bracelets. And

there was one time when I walked past one

of these gangs of black men and one of

them grabbed me. He grabbed my arm and he

wouldn't let go, and he was trying to tie

this bracelet onto my wrist. And it was

really scary because he was like this

6-foot-tall gigantic black guy.

And I'm just a 5'8 skinny boy. And he

wouldn't let go. I was trying to pull

away. I was saying, no thanks, I'm not

interested, I'm not interested. But he

wasn't listening. I don't even know if he

understood English. I don't even know if

he was French. Maybe he was some kind of

illegal immigrant from another country.

Anyway, what I did was I started prying

his fingers off. I started pulling his

fingers off my arm one by one, and then I

just suddenly yanked my arm away, and then

I ran. I ran like a little girl. Away from

the group of men. And I was so upset about

it. How dare he just grab me like that? I

don't want to buy your shitty bracelet,

okay? And I was surprised.

I was so shocked that in one of Paris's

main tourist locations, major tourist

spots, that these gangs of black men were

just allowed to do this. And they were

allowed to harass and hassle the tourists.

And there were no policemen anywhere.

There was no police presence. Even though

it was 2015 and that big terrorist attack

where hundreds lost their lives had

recently happened, I thought there would

be an increase of police presence around

the main tourist locations, but there

wasn't. If it was England, there'd be

police here and there, and if people were

harassing tourists like that, they would

be told to stop. And I'm pretty sure that

you would need some kind of license to

sell stuff on the street like that in the

UK, but in France It was like it was

perfectly okay to do that. And after that

happened, I didn't walk past another gang

or group of black men again. I literally

sprinted right past them. If I saw a gang

of black men blocking the way, I would

wait until there was an opening, and then

I would just sprint through the opening.

And one time they actually tried to grab

me again. A different group tried to grab

me, and I would just sprint past them,

leaving my Korean girlfriend behind. For

some reason, they weren't interested in

her. They were only interested in me. And

it just completely ruined my experience in

France. It ruined my Paris experience. I

would not go back to Paris ever again. I

just really wasn't impressed. It— the

whole place smelled like piss. There were

beggars everywhere. There was rubbish and

garbage all over the street. It didn't

feel safe. I felt like I would get

kidnapped or mugged or robbed at any

moment, and I didn't have a good time.

I'm sorry, Paris, but I wouldn't recommend

you To anyone unless you start sorting

things out. It was 3 years ago and now

it's 2018, so maybe things have gotten

better. I don't know, and I guess I'll

never know because I really would not want

to go back to Paris or France ever again.

I'm really sorry. Fucking hell.

Fuck! Just finished making

spaghetti and look what happened.

This stupid handle dropped

the frying pan when I was holding it. Now

all my spaghetti is on the floor.

This frying pan's absolute garbage. Just

complete rubbish. It was properly in

place. The handle was properly attached to

the frying pan. It was clicked in place.

I lifted it and the whole Fucking thing

dropped to the floor.

Fucking hell. Stupid frying pan.

Stupid handle. Can't even

do what it's supposed to do. It has one

job. The handle has one fucking job. It's

supposed to hold the frying pan in place.

You're useless. Useless. So I

think I've salvaged the spaghetti pretty

well. I guess it's not too bad. The

floor's pretty clean.

The mat is covered in spaghetti pasta

sauce now, so I have to put it in the

I don't get it. How— I hate

these frying pans that have these

detachable handles. They're just complete

rubbish. Never ever buy

a frying pan that has a detachable handle.

Just get a normal frying pan that has a

normal handle that doesn't fall off.

Look, there's spaghetti sauce all over the

place, all over the bin. It's even on the

wall. Oh my goodness.

Nearly finished. Nearly finished.

Do you know where this is going? This,

this frying pan is going straight in the