Final day in Paris - packing up the apartment.
Been forced to watch BBC world for any kind of news - only English speaking tv. IF you believe it - it appears the entire world is about to end - the polar ice caps will be melted shortly, we're about to run out of water and the world is about to be cooked. This is, of course, assuming that the evil Americans don't get us all killed first with their evil plans to take over the world.
Once we boarded the plane - we then got to sit on the tarmac for 40-odd minutes while we had a baggage drama. According to the computers, we had one more bag in the cargo hold than we had passengers. Naturally this caused somewhat of a concern. They ended up unloading all the bags, counting them and then finding out that the computer was wrong. Yay. Naturally then meant that we missed our take-off slot from CdG, and as a consequence we then missed out landing spot at Heathrow. This meant we had to get into a series of negotiations to get new slots on both ends. More delays.
The 'meal' on the flight over was half a nacho chicken wrap. The crazy French woman sitting in front of us, who spoke perfect English when trying to beg people for loose change to use the vending machine at CdG all of a sudden decided she didn't like the food, didn't speak English and decided to put on a turn. A little amusing.
Our new apartment in near the Green Park tube. It's a rather posh section of town. One street over is St James' park, which lies directly across from Buckingham Palace. That gives you some idea of the type of place we're at. Lots of people wandering around off to dinner in dinner suits.
Seems to be very intermittent wi-fi in apartment. I will have to investigate my options if this keeps up.
Wandered into a Tesco Express to find that Dr Pepper is on sale. That makes me quite happy.
If you remember all the hassle a couple of weeks ago when an ex-Russian spy was poisoned with some radioactive material? I walked past the restaurant where that happened. They've even go a sign out the front to explain why they're closed. Quite funny in a macabre kind of way.
Took the family for a wander around in the tubes. Had the usual problems - "Are we going the right way?" "Yes Dad" and such mutterings. Had some amusing incidents while waiting for the right train to turn up. They've banned smoking in the underground - and they actually seem to police it. Had one guy light up while waiting, and less than a minute latter there was a voice-over demanding "Would the gentleman smoking please put his cigarette out. There is no smoking on the underground." Had one train fly past, screech to a stop and it was all in darkness - none of the doors opened up. An announcement then boomed over - "this train is defective" - well duh.
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