The fabularies adventures of Zach Galou in Great Briton - step 2
The problem Zach Galou was facing was clear and required the greatest care* to be solved. He was confronted to the infamous Traveling Salesman Problem: he had to visit two cities that were linked by a single edge. How could he then be able to go back not using the same edge? The riddle was boggling his mind, while at the same time he was already enjoying the moment were he would be able to put on his CV that he had solved an NP-Complete problem!
Zach Galou looked around: where is this bloody edge? thought he.
He had a more concrete problem at hand now: going from St Pancras underground station to Waterloo Station without visiting all the other nodes of the graph. What a mess, thought he. Only ten minutes that I am in England and I already have to deal with bigger problems than I have ever faced in three year of PhD.
He finally found his way to the ticket machine, royally paid his 4 pounds for one underground ticket (that is to say about 5 euros for a trip almost equivalent of going from the Lip6 to Chatelet by taking metro lines 6 and 1 - an gross american would have said that this is fucking expensive, while Galou just thought about one girl who came dangerously close to him). He eventually found the good direction, and then. And then what? And then he waited.
The London underground, the tube how they call it (maybe because of the price), was a place in the whole as clean as the as the station Chatelet would would have not been cleaned for three consecutives days.
While he was waiting he was watching two obviously gay commuter. One of them was a beautiful looking guy, dressed in tight cloths who wonderfully fitted his muscles.
Will Zach Galou become gay as a pinson? Will we be related about the full story of his trip to Southamster as some kind of punishment? Are the mint jelly puddings more awful than fried fish and bacon for the breakfast? You won't know it in the next Zach adventure in fabulous Galou of England for he had tried neither.
*: and the biggest stagecoach possible
Zach Galou looked around: where is this bloody edge? thought he.
He had a more concrete problem at hand now: going from St Pancras underground station to Waterloo Station without visiting all the other nodes of the graph. What a mess, thought he. Only ten minutes that I am in England and I already have to deal with bigger problems than I have ever faced in three year of PhD.
He finally found his way to the ticket machine, royally paid his 4 pounds for one underground ticket (that is to say about 5 euros for a trip almost equivalent of going from the Lip6 to Chatelet by taking metro lines 6 and 1 - an gross american would have said that this is fucking expensive, while Galou just thought about one girl who came dangerously close to him). He eventually found the good direction, and then. And then what? And then he waited.
The London underground, the tube how they call it (maybe because of the price), was a place in the whole as clean as the as the station Chatelet would would have not been cleaned for three consecutives days.
While he was waiting he was watching two obviously gay commuter. One of them was a beautiful looking guy, dressed in tight cloths who wonderfully fitted his muscles.
Will Zach Galou become gay as a pinson? Will we be related about the full story of his trip to Southamster as some kind of punishment? Are the mint jelly puddings more awful than fried fish and bacon for the breakfast? You won't know it in the next Zach adventure in fabulous Galou of England for he had tried neither.
*: and the biggest stagecoach possible
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