It’s early morning on the 14th of Occtober and I’m on a train from Paris to London. After racing on the train with a group of 7, complete with the largest amount of luggage you’ve ever seen, we stayed on a sidewalk all night waiting for the trian station to open. Cold, not fun, however, its just why we’re hear. You have to take the good with the bad and live life with a grain of salt. It always amazes me how two can communitcate with only a limited vocabulary and expressions-you can get around the world in a heartbeat with this skillset. It’s one that you have to develope, learn and teach.
We arrived in Paris at midnight after my wisdom prevailed the peer-pressure of binge drinking on a 6 hour ride. I would not feel sorry for the winner of that battle the following day. We had a coffee, some had an Irish coffee actually, and jumped in a couple of taxis to a desolated, dark Eiffel Tower. It was rather unique to see the most recognizable man-made object on Earth without anyone else around. We had parked out luggage at a hotel for 90Euros but couldn’t stay in the lobby so we found a place to ourselves between the Monday night drunks and the homeless. Everyone else slept while I leaned on a light post and finished my novel. At 5:30am the train station “opened” but it was more of an unlocking of the doors. Now, only if we could get our luggage out of our locked-up hotel we’d be on our way to further delays.
The security to get to the U.K. was the craziest, most-intense customs I’ve ever been through. Here I am, with 6 friends-who are all hung-over, half asleep and smell like a distillery, talking to an English fellow who was relentless on our occupations, places of visits, returns and staying in the U.K. “I dont know,” was my most common answer. I didn’t look halfway decent with smelly clothes, no sleep and a two-week old beard from a 24 year-old. “Do you have a return ticke?” I showed him my train ticket to Paris.
“No, home? A plane ticket”.
“Yes”.
“Can I see it?”
“I didn’t print it out.”
“You didn’t print it out?”
No you fricking idiot! Waste trees because you think I’m lying to you? Get real I was thinking. This is when I
to let him know that he is God and can do whatever he wants to complete his power trip.
Then my ticket was checked twice more before boarding my coach as if customs, immigration, the turnstyle entry and security missed me.
I’ve learned a lot of this trip thus far. Foremost to follow where life takes you-you’ll enjoy it a lot more and become more educated throughout the process. France, in my humble opinion, is the most beautiful country in the world and along with it comes the most beautiful woman. To go with the flow (with is usually backwards in France) will get you there while being able to enjoy the journey along the way. As I type I’m passing thru the Chunnel and still can’t bring myself to close my eyes. I fell as if I blink I will miss something. Something minute it may be but I’m not going anywhere with my eyes closed. Are you?
I am on my way to Scotland for a few days. I woke up yesterday morning and had a brief converstation with my travel companions and Scotland it was. The night before it was Italy and the day before that it was Ireland. Goodbye French beauties, baguettes and beachbreaks, for now-will return soon. I am speeding through fog banks and fields with little small houses occupying. Im confident that the three pairs of shorts in my suitcase are useless and the 3 smelly sweatshirts will all be worn simultaneously (or at the same time).
Happy Birthday, Dad.
