My train
from was supposed to leave at 6:40am Friday morning. I walked to the train
station with slight (then a bit more than slight) rain and tens of mph
winds...only to arrive and find out that all trains were indefinitely
delayed. I waited around about an hour and then my train to Paris was
canceled, which meant I would have to miss my train from Paris to
London. I went back home, figured out somewhat of a game plan, slept for
two more hours, ate a quick lunch, then went back to the station just
before 1pm. They put me on the next train to Paris, which was scheduled
for 2:39pm. That train was also late (about 15 minutes). I arrived in
Paris, had to wait in line FOREVER to get a ticket for the metro to go
from Montparnasse station to Paris Nord station, and then it took
probably another 45 minutes to get there. It was packed like sardines in
a can and the metro train ahead of ours kept having difficulties, so
ours kept stopping and starting several times between actual stops. When
I arrived at Paris Nord, it as well after 6pm. The only train left from
Paris Nord to London that had any places was the LAST one that departed
at about 9:15pm, so I told them to put me on it!!!!! Then I had to go
through customs since I'm a non-EU citizen, of course. I (thank
goodness!!!) didn't have to pay any extra for my tickets, though,
because obviously nothing was my fault!
Then I finally arrived at St Pancras, walked over to King's Cross/St
Pancras, and bought a 7-day unlimited Oyster card (because that's
apparently the best deal). Then I hopped on the Southbound Victoria
line, switched over to Northbound Bakerloo at Oxford Circus, and stopped
at Maida Vale, where Alissa met me right outside the exit. Then we
walked a few blocks to the flat that her parents have rented out until
the 20th.
And I could probably say lots more, but I'm crashing in 3...2...1...
