The Trip - SING to PARIS

Wake up you lot!!!! Aussies - always asleep when you want to talk to them!! Lol.

Anyway ... highlights and lowlights of the trip from Singapore to Paris. By the way, is this site good sleeping material for you guys?? Its got to be useful for something. I know I now have one person linked or followed or something... and another has this on their favourites (does Jo in Ireland count seeing its happening with her?). Ooo.. and now a follower (big hugs) and a couple of people who claim they will check the blog as I go. Heh.. we'll see. Questions will be asked upon my return.

Oop.. don't worry about the following bit... twitter etc is NOT the go. Just comment!!! Actually... for those who know how, leave a comment to tell others how to Follow without twitter etc.

Anway enough admin - to the blog ...

Thursday, 6 May

The flight from Singapore to Paris was long (I think). Found myself in the window seat again, but placed slightly away from the actual window in a row of only two seats..... right in front of le toilettes!! Not much leg room even for me. Lucky I'm a short arse and the guy next to me wasn't exactly a giant either. I knew I was getting closer to my destination when I found myself seated next to a freckled redhead guy with a strong accent. Not Irish, but getting closer to that side. So here is the strong pommy and aussie accent chatting away, as we are surrounded by French being spoken everywhere!!

Apart from chatting, I also managed to get in two movies, some on-board French lessons, eat, sledge the French flight attendant (male of course) and get some sleep. No freezing on this flight - well, until we hit Paris.

Highlights of the flight... waking to see storms off the wing... the lightning flashing to the earth as we sailed around the storm front leaving it to do its utmost on the earth as we cruised by in warmth and safety. Hey.. does anyone remember the episode of Twilight Zone where the guy sees the lightning flash .. then the monster on the wing of the plane.. slowly ripping up the wing? Luckily I didn't see the monster on the wing.. and the plane stayed up... but the scene did flash through my mind.. right after the first lightning bolt.

My companion was catching another flight to the UK about the same time as mine departed, so we decided to hang together for the fourish hours at CDG.

I have to say, CDG airport did nothing for either of us. It was so badly sign posted that we found ourselves on the outside of the transit area - and had to go through the whole security thing again.
The terminal was pretty much dead and only one coffee outlet open.

So, ever so bravely she joins the queue, while Ian minds our gear and makes a couple of calls. Suddenly it hits her that she hasn't seen or heard how to say 'cappuccino' or 'mugaccino' in French!! Lucky others asked first!! So, a Mugaccino it is... ordered and understood!! Woo hoo!! But then out comes something we would barely call a cappuccino.. so damned small. Then the price? 4.50 Euros. Hmm..not bad for an expensive coffee really.. hang on... double that!!! AAGGGHHH 9 bucks for a horrid tasting small cappuccino??? Neither of us bothered eating or drinking in the airport again. What a rip off!!! And is croissant aux chocolate really a breakfast food in France???

But at least it was easy to get out of the airport and on to Ireland... NOT!!! Lol

Both flights to the UK had gate changes (downstairs vs upstairs) without announcement. Lucky we checked again. Bid au revoir to my Pommy friend as he headed off to catch a plane to Newcastle. Time to board... nope.

Crowds at the gate waiting on a flight to Zagreb (no thanks, not today... or any other day really). It was delayed twice ('difficulties preparing the cabin for departure'). Finally word of mouth came that they were asking for people who were on the flight to Dublin... the gate has been changed (suprise!!) oh yeah.. to the gate next to the one it was supposed to have left from.

We mingle, we mutter... well they do.. it took everything for me not to break up laughing!!! Finally get checked in... then stopped as the airport employee had to check we are in the right place and going the right way. Doesn't seem to matter that a bunch have already gone through... and that he has stopped the main group a couple of people behind me... so now there are at least three groups of us to deal with. DOH!! Sure .. follow the covered airwalk to - er... a set of employee use stairs to get back down again so we can jump on a bus!! LMAO.

We pile onto said bus, and seem to drive on and on and on around the ariport. I know what I was thinking... but it was the nice old Irish couple next to me that verbalised it ... we began to think they were driving us to Dublin! Hmm - interesting to see what would have happened when we hit the Channel.

Well.. that was Paris.. can't wait to see what awaits when I get there for a whole week. I'm dreading it already! My French is certainly getting better... at least being able to undersand what is being said.

And on that note... salut mon amis!!

My techno ability may even get upgraded for the next post with the advent of uploaded photos!