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20 December 2009 @ 07:43 am
Brammers and Rai: the flight to Britain, part 1  
Rai: Hmmm. Thwarted by Eurostar, we have booked a rather expensive ticket to Calais, only to find that the ferries may not be running and the trains from Dover to London are likely to be dire.

Brammers: So, stuck in Dover or Calais, eh?

Rai: Fie upon you, do not speak such evil. Let's book a flight.

Brammers: Is it less than 400 euros? Absolutely.

Rai: Hurrah! Yes it is! Right, we will rise at crack of dawn and return our tickets to Calais for an almost full refund, thus making the terrifying sums we have just spent on flights less awful.

Brammers: Sounds good.

Three Hours' Sleep Later

Rai: Please nice woman at ticket office, may we have our money back? Thank you!

Brammers: Should we have coffee now? Or sleep and actually enjoy it later?

Rai: Oh the latter, I think. Ah, back at St Michel. Good god, how did they get dog poo on the escalator?

Brammers: No idea, I just hope it IS dog.

Rai: What lessons have we learned today?

Brammers: People in Paris are, on the whole, quite lovely and helpful, and the Metro is a terrifying place before 9am?

Rai: Yup. Right, three more hours of sleep, let's fit you in before we need to check out.

Will our heroines be able to fly home tonight? Will Brammers make it back to the Louvre with a functional camera card? Will Rai and Pin make it through the Cluny before 4pm? Will the kindness of strangers continue to be the only think stopping the rapid onset of the screaming abdabs?
Stay tuned for the next fascinating installments!
κάτι τρέχει στα γύφτικα_inbetween_ on December 20th, 2009 11:08 am (UTC)
I'm still following your trav-ails and marvelling at you managing to squeeze in more sightseeing while it seems you're already waiting at the coast to get back over the channel. Australians! Blasé about 400 euro flights :)
AutumnHearti_autumnheart on December 20th, 2009 11:11 am (UTC)
It trikes me that there's worse places to be stuck than Paris :).
auntpurl: eiffel towerauntpurl on December 20th, 2009 12:34 pm (UTC)
Good luck! I hope you make it. If not, as someone above said, Paris is not the worst place in the world to be stranded. :) Go to that little cafe on the Left Back and have some drinking chocolate in the lovely silver pitchers and those crisp golden cookies, would you? Many thanks in anticipation!
auntpurl: no actual humorauntpurl on December 20th, 2009 07:19 pm (UTC)
Erm, the word I was looking for was Bank. Bank, people.
blamebramptonblamebrampton on December 20th, 2009 07:20 pm (UTC)
Hee! Not a worry, my typos have been appalling of late. Are you available for lunch or afternoon tea tomorrow? I will try to get internet for long enough to see any messages between now and noon tomorrow.
auntpurl: old school partyauntpurl on December 20th, 2009 07:26 pm (UTC)
Certainly I am. Tell me what general area of London you'll be in and we can figure out a suitable spot...you can message me directly if you like. (Also, you don't have to tell me your first name in the message, but be aware I'll then be calling you Brammers all afternoon. Heh.)
auntpurl: motherfucking walkoffauntpurl on December 20th, 2009 07:27 pm (UTC)
PS I bought boots today! They are big chunky brown boots! I will wear them tomorrow and limp in fashionably!
women's laserssarcasticpixie on December 20th, 2009 04:55 pm (UTC)
I cannot even begin to describe how badly I want to go on holiday with you!
Jaeenchanted_jae on December 20th, 2009 09:48 pm (UTC)
*is on tenterhooks*