Me? MPK?

Surprisingly I came pretty close to being MPK today.

Yesterday we (the INSA GE 4th year students) left Lyon for a two-day sport and innovation activity.

But I'm not going to write much about what we did (unless I get some good photos). We went to a kind of inn (rented by Thales, the company assigned to "sponsor" our batch) in the Vercors, about 2 and a half hours away from Lyon.

Upon arriving, I saw the playground outside and thought that it looked familiar...like the one at the inn we went to two years ago for an ASINSA weekend. Then Fabien (the only other ex-ASINSA who was there) suddenly said that he believed it was the exact same place we were at... and turns out that was so! What a coincidence...does that mean that there aren't that many places near Lyon capable of lodging so many people? :P

In fact I didn't think it was the same place at first...because we went in through another door that I hadn't used at all the first time I was there. But nothing had changed...every room was as I remembered it (not taking into account my memory lapses, of course :P )

the view from my room (no. 25) window taken this morning

We took our meals in the dining room, where we were served full-course meals (appetizer, main dish, cheese and dessert). This is where MPK comes in.

For today's lunch, the dish was chicken with (don't ask me why) a crayfish (something resembling a prawn, but from freshwater) There were seven of us at the table, and everyone - read: EVERYONE - passed me their crayfish. Only one actually considered eating hers, but then she decided against it because it would be too difficult with a knife and a fork. So I ate seven crayfish. Wow, that suddenly seems a lot :P

I even took Julie's dessert (cubed fruits) when she didn't want it. But I wasn't a "real" MPK because I hardly touched the appetizer (it was beetroot...and I hate beetroot) and I didn't take much of the cheese either.

Oh and by the way, the information about crayfish comes from those who were at my table...they were the ones who told me what it was (in French) and I got the translation from my dictionary.

sunset taken from the bus on the way back to Lyon

A little explanation:
MPK is Majlis Perbandaran Kuantan (Kuantan city council), and the garbage collectors wear uniforms with MPK written on it. At home, we used to call my father our MPK because he was always finishing food for us :P