Reporting from Paris...


Since I have not been able to find any place at which to connect my computer to the internet here, I have not been writing regularly. Sorry about that. Read on to learn what I can remember about being in Paris.

There was a big rainstorm one afternoon. Room 19 didn't fare very well. I was put that night into the dorm. There was no chance of sleep for me or any of the others. Thee was a large group of drunken young people who spent half the night joking and laughing. At least the lights were out for part of that time. In the morning, I had been moved (I was told) to room 17. This was tons better. It even had its own shower. But alas, it didn't last. The next night I was told I had to move to room 3 downstairs.

Room 3 was okay, but it used the downstairs shower which was pretty bad. Also, it had a window on the courtyard in which people stayed up all night talking. So I slept during the day to catch up on sleep and began searching for another hostel or hotel or room or something. I never found one.

So after a couple days of this I decided to come back to Paris another time. The next question is, "where next?". So spent some time after sleeping only a little more and finally decided I wanted to get to places where I could afford a room to myself at night. (I wonder why that would have occurred to me?) So rather than north to Amsterdam, Copenhagen, Oslo and Stockholm or west to Glastenbury, Bath, Dublin, Edinborough and so on, I decided to head east to Venice, Italy. It was as far west as I could get a train.

At each train station, you can only get a train to the next station to which the train goes from here. You can usually get a local in-country train almost anywhere, but Europe has no central train reservation computer so there is no way to buy a ticket all the way from here to, say, Kiev. So I went east.



Posted: Tue - June 3, 2003 at 09:50      


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