What. A. Morning.
So after getting back to the hostel at 5 a.m., I decided I would take an hour nap before going to my train. Luckily, I had packed everything before leaving on the pub crawl the night before. So here’s what happened:
I got up at 6:00, with my iPod playing it’s alarm very well. Alright, time to get up, but maybe I’ll just rest a bit longer. I went back to bed. Then suddenly I woke up again. Oh shit, what time is it. I looked at my watch I got in London and it was 7:00. My train left at 6:56. Oh noooooooooo. I had missed my train. It was the only train to Paris that was available so that I could meet up with Mode at a reasonable time. I had no way of contacting him to tell him I had missed the train. Either way, I decided it was a good idea to run to the station anyway. I was very panicked and not thinking straight, so every person I talked to must have thought I was crazy. Anyway, got to the ticket station and told them the situation, and the lady there was very helpful and luckily managed to find me a train that would get me there. Leaving in 8 minutes. So after buying the ticket quickly and rushing to the platform, I managed to get on and we just started moving about 3 minutes later. Whew.
Slowly but surely I got to Paris. Land of baguettes, wine, and cheese (although most of Western Europe is that). After getting out of the station I instantly was confused about where to go to, and spent a good 30 minutes just getting my sense of direction and my concept of the transportation system settled. Eventually figured it out and finally got to the hostel. And look who was waiting for me! Mode! Alright, awesomeness!
We checked in and put our stuff down. We were in this hotel double, which was such a nice change from the things I had been used to. Really nice showers and everything was well taken care of. The beds were also so nice.
Anyhow, we decided it was time to go out into the world. We left to go to a park and got settled. We walked around fairly unguided. We saw the infamous Royal with Cheese (Pulp Fiction). One thing I really liked about Paris is how Napoleon set up the streets so that you could see monuments lined up down them. That was really kind of cool and picturesque. Also, the buildings are enormous. Everything they had there was built on such a larger scale than the rest of Europe it felt like. We sat down and had some slushies. And when we walked to the Louvre (which I still can’t figure out how to pronounce) some guys conned Mode into buying a bracelet that would make him a “Sex Machine” (which then became one of the many inside jokes of the trip). Went to the big Arch thing. That was a big arch thing.
Eventually we decided to go to the Eiffel Tower. And then headed to the Eiffel Tower. And then we headed to the Eiffel Tower. It took a while to get there, but we got there (by foot). This monument which represents Paris was pretty big, and pretty pretty. Although I had never seen a picture of the Eiffel tower looking from below it, which was strange. The whole structure was very ornate and beautiful. We meandered a bit and had some crappy crepes which were too expensive, and then stood in line for the tower. While standing in line the tower started to sparkle like those guys in Dublin told me it would. That was cool for about 5 minutes but then it just was a bit annoying. We finally got on the ride up and walked the steps, waited in a million lines, and got to the top. Very nice, especially since we got there right at sunset, and all of Paris was lighting up. Took a few pictures, chilled for a bit. And then we headed back down.
It was really late and the trains were about to stop, but we managed to get the last train back to our hotel. Lucky us.