[originaltext]MAN: Yeah, I think the worst food I ever had was in France.WOMAN

MAN: Yeah, I think the worst food I ever had was in France.
WOMAN: Really? That’s odd. I thought the French were supposed to be really good cooks.
MAN: Yes. that’s right. I suppose it’s Eke anywhere else though really. You know, some places are good. some are bad. Anyway, this was all our own fault really.
WOMAN: Oh, what do you mean?
MAN: Well, it was the first time I’d been to France—years ago this was when I was at school. I was in a coach party, actually, with some people—friends of my parents. My father’s a teacher you know, and these were all people from the school—they’d hired this coach to take them to Switzerland.
WOMAN: A sort of school trip.
MAN: That’s right. Safety in numbers I think, because most of them had never been abroad before. Anyway, I’d just started learning French at school, and I thought, great, you know, French is real. It’s a real place, real people. Anyway we’d crossed the Channel at night and we set off through France and at breakfast time we arrived and the coach driver had arranged for us to stop at this little cafe. We were absolutely exhausted, most of us—well, we’d been up most of the night being sea-sick. (WOMAN: Ugh!) Anyway, there we all were, tired and hungry and then we found out, the great discovery.
WOMAN: What was that?
MAN: The breakfast the coach driver had ordered was bacon and eggs.
WOMAN: Oh fantastic! English tourists, My God! The real English breakfast.
MAN: Yes, anyway we didn’t know any better—so we had it, and ugh...!
WOMAN: What was it like? I think it’s pretty disgusting anyway, 1 must say.
MAN: Oh, it was incredible. They just got a bowl and put some fat in it, I think. And then they put some bacon in the fat, broke an egg over the top and put the whole lot in the oven for about ten minutes.
WOMAN: In the oven? You’re joking. You can’t cook bacon and eggs in the oven!
MAN: Well. they must have done. It was hot, but it wasn’t cooked. There was just this egg floating about in gallons of fat and raw bacon. Delicious!
WOMAN: Did you actually eat it?
MAN: No, nobody did. They all wanted to turn round and go home. You know, back to teabags and fish and chips. You can’t blame them really. Anyway, the next night we were all given another foreign specialty.
WOMAN: What was that?
MAN: Snails—that really finished them off. Lovely holiday that was!
Questions:
11.Where did the coach patty want to go?
12.Why were most tourists exhausted when they arrived in France the next morning?
13.What breakfast did the coach driver order for them?
14.What does the conversation imply?