Wednesday, 1 September 2010

Journey to Paris and thoughts so far.

Hullo again.

I'm writing this from my hotel room in Paris. The journey went alright, as journeys go I guess, but do wish I wasn't a girl sometimes: I've been lugging around a huge suitcase, a medium suitcase and a massive rucksack all day yesterday and when I woke up this morning my arms and shoulders were all achey and stiff. Anyway, I set off from Preston yesterday morning to go to London, there were a few tears at the station (and the train ended up being half an hour late but I'd left 2 hours between arriving and the next train from London so it turned out okay, thankfully!) but I got on fine. I had to chuck a kid out of my seat though which I felt bad for but I wasn't going to stand for 2 hours! I put the radio on on my phone, and the only station it would tune to was playing 'Ain't No Mountain High Enough',  ain't no river wide enough, ain't no valley low enough, to keep me from getting to you, which seemed strangely poignant considering the circumstances! I may have got slightly teary again when I heard it. Then when I arrived in London I had to get a taxi to St Pancras, which the taxi driver told me was 'only outside you know' and it cost me £6. Oh well.

The eurostar was lovely, I got offered an upgrade to 'Leisure Select' when I was booking it for £9 so I jumped on the offer, and got waited on hand and foot, a lovely meal (veggie lasagne thing) and free wine and those hot towel things which I always like. The seats were really roomy and I could've easily fallen asleep after lunch except there was only half an hour to go and I'm not brilliant at daytime napping at the best of times.

Arrival in Paris... one word: chaos! I waited in the cue for the taxi rank, even though my hotel was supposedly a 10 minute walk (according to Google), but I bet those 10 minutes aren't burdened with the weight of a small horse, so I thought it best to play it safe and take a taxi, which might've been a mistake, looking back. When I got to the front of the cue it was pretty mental, the couple in front of me had a driver who drove to the front of the cue and picked them up, but when I was there I had to walk quite a way into the oncoming flow of taxis where one had stopped and jumped out and was waving frantically at me. He did help me with my bags, I'll give him that, but, as with most Parisien taxi drivers, he seemed to be in such a rush to get me in and out of the taxi and take my money that conversation was stilted at best. We established where I was going, in rather broken French, and he set off. And then drove past it because we had to be on the other side of the road so he said he'd turn round. When we went past the hotel the meter was at about 5 euros, and when we finally arrived it was at 9 something but he charged me 10 something. Crazy.
The hotel room is alright, a bit noisy outside but not too bad. The cleaning lady just knocked on my door and got annoyed with me so I'd better go soon.

I ate as much food as I could at the breakfast buffet as I wasn't sure when my next meal would be. My train from Paris Montparnasse is at 14.00 and arrives in Angers at 15.35, but I still have to navigate the metro system and find the platform etc before then. Wish me luck!

1 comment:

  1. Good luck hun. I've got everything crossed for you making it there safely. :D

    Love and hugs heading your way.