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Portsmouth to Paris, Part 2 Begins – Day 39
Tuesday 8th September 2009 – France
Well, the time has come again, I’m off for part 2 of my travels. I woke up early and packed the remaining bits before the time came for mum and dad to take me down to the ferry port.
We got there in good time and I said my goodbyes again, then hopped onto the ferry (Brittany Ferries). It was very comfortable on-board, and brought back a few memories of when we use to go across the pond on camping trips with the family. We nearly always used Brittany ferries.
I got to Cherbourg on the other side and began the long walk to the train station. A guy on his bike said hello just as I started and asked if I needed any help, I said where I was going and he pointed me in the right direction, which was lucky as I was already going the wrong way 🙂 The walk was long and it was hot, my bag being much heavier than I wanted it to be.
At the train station I was pleasantly surprised. There were machines to pick up the tickets and seats, a shop, and an info desk. I don’t know why I was surprised but I guess I just imagined it all to be hard work, but it was fine. I boarded the train, although wasn’t sure if I was in the right seat, but as the train was very quiet, it didn’t matter anyway. The ride was very comfortable and I nearly dozed off a few times. It was nice to be able to relax and let someone else do all the travelling. I knew I would be getting pretty irate at this point if I was driving.
The station at Paris was a different kettle of fish, as you would probably expect. Many trains, platforms, TVs with times, and many, many people. I wasn’t going to enjoy getting a train from here in a couple of days.
I set off in search of the hostel by foot, and got lost a couple of times as I knew I would, which added time and energy onto the trip. I was sweating bucket loads by this point. The hostel was an hour and 30 minutes away from the station, and I had to rest a few times along the way. I arrived about 6pm.
The hostel was OK, not too bad. Met a guy from Australia who seemed cool. Got my key and headed to the sixth floor to my room. Along the corridor I could hear snoring, and I just hoped, but unfortunately it was my room. I opened the door and the guy was asleep, strange guy. His snoring was unbelievably loud, and the room was dark. I opened the curtain a little but I could barely see what I was doing. Great introduction to European hosteling. Still, I remembered from travelling in New Zealand that you get good hostels and bad hostels, good people and bad people.
I went to the supermarket over the road and got some dinner, came back and had dinner, and had a couple of little chats with people. I’ve already met more people this trip than I did the whole time travelling to campsites.
Went to bed and unfortunately, Mr snory head was still asleep, snoring his face off. So I knew I was in for a rough night.
Written by Daniel Stevens,
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