Paris, finally

Okay our high wore off a bit, and our luck continued to be poor. When we arrived at our new layover in London, Heathrow, we discovered it was the opening day for their new terminal 5. Huge delays ensued, and we were exhausted from a straight day of sleepless travel. There was no information posted or to be found, and we continually were goade from terminal to terminal. The plan took off hours late, simply because the employee who pulled the walkway from the terminal to the plane, was busy. The plane sat in the tarmack filled with passengers waiting for get off (and new ones like us waiting to get on) for ages. In Paris, our luggage, not a surprise, didn’t arrive. However, 55 other people from our flight were without their luggage. We anticipated this, ad asked as soon as we got off the plane. A little while later, the line for baggage information was very long.

After a bit of bumbling, we found the bus to Charles de Gaulle Etoile – near to where my cousin and her boyfriend live. It was an hour public bus ride, that cost us 63 round trip (40 each). By the time we arrived at Alana’s the sun had long since set on our second day of sleepless travel. Her boyfriend, Samuel (what a great name, huh!) Greeted us, wined and dined us with delicious Pringles, and was a great host until she (my cousin) arrived a bit later on in the night. Their place, like the whole of Paris is BEAUTIFUL down to the last detail.