The abridged version:
- · No air conditioning on the plane
- · Missed connecting flight, switched from BA to Air France
- · Luggage lost
- · Missed bus to high speed trains to Brest for 2pm ticket
- · RER vandalized – stole cables so we had to cab it to the train station
- · TGV not until 7:05 pm
- · Didn’t arrive until almost midnight to the dorms
- · No internet access in the dorms
The Dirty Details Version:
Everyone knows Murphy's Law. And everyone seems to have days where it applies to them in what seems like an unfair manner. Well, my trip to Brest, France trumps any Murphy's Law experiences I have ever had and hopefully any I'll have in the future.
Even on the drive from New Hampshire to Logan International Airport, things didn't exactly go perfectly. The navigation ended up redirecting us to avoid a backup and we wound up stuck in Boston traffic. So I was already freaking out because I was later than the 4:30 meeting time at the airport. But we arrived in one piece at 4:50, a mere 20 minutes late, to a very unbusy Terminal E at Logan. So things were starting to look up, aside of course from the fact that this was the very beginning of my 8 days without my second half. But I got through check-in without any problems, got an aisle seat and my suitcase weighed about half what it does on any other trip. All in all, it looked like a good start to my European adventure. I made my way to my gate, hopeful that I'd be able to find my group of travelling buddies easily, despite only having seen them on Skype. One of our trip leaders, Alice, saw me and said my name quizzically. Was I excited that they found me! I met our group leader and course professor, John, as well as three of the students on the trip, Matt, Ben and Michelle. We went to a restaurant in the terminal and got some pre-flight drinks and chatted about a million things before it was time to board. I got to my seat (36G) on our British Airways flight and managed to have an aisle and no one in the two seats to the left on me. I settled in for our six hour flight, complete with dinner (vegetarian lasagna) and a couple of movies. As we descended into Heathrow, the Captain mentioned the time: 6:40. Our connecting flight to Paris was at 7:25. Definitely cutting it close. Well, it turned out to be too close and this is where the nightmare that felt like it would never end began. Technically it started on the flight, since it turned out the air conditioning wasn’t working for the entire flight. So Murphy was in play long before any of us suspected.
As we rush through the terminal and hit the customs area to head onto our next flight, they turned us away and said we wouldn't make our flight. So we headed over to the customer service desk and wound up all getting onto an Air France flight at 10:10. So we had plenty of time to grab some caffeine and a bite to eat before we had to be at our gate.
We got onto our Air France flight, which was scheduled to land a little before 1. Our high speed train tickets that had been purchased before the trip were for a 2 o'clock, so we were already thinking we'd have to go on a later train. As we made our way through customs, several of us got stuck with the one of the chattiest customs agent ever. What was taking others a mere 30 seconds was a multi minute ordeal for myself and a few others.
So we finally made it through customs and hustled to the baggage claim. We waited for a while before it became obvious that our luggage had not made it CDG. Off we headed to the My Bag Didn't Show Up section and proceeded to spend what felt like forever, but closer to 90 minutes, individually filling out claims for our lost luggage. The worst part: since we're staying in Brest, which is a 4.5 hour high speed train ride from Paris, even when our luggage gets to Paris we probably won't get it for another 2 days.
They did provide us with a toiletry kit with a few essentials. By no means to the extent of what I consider my essentials, but it was better than nothing. We got a tee shirt, face wash, deodorant, a brush, makeup remover towel, toothbrush and toothpaste. My critical essentials are still stuck somewhere between London and Paris, so it was better than the nothing I had with me.
So, we headed to the other end of the airport, no luggage in tow, to get tickets for the RER, a slower train that would take us to the train station. Of course after we had purchased the tickets we head down to get on the train, only to discover that the cables had been stolen. So no train to Paris, midnight of otherwise.
So our fearless leader jumped in line for tickets for the high speed train for a 4:05 train to Brest. The line at the airport was so long that we wound up getting 3 taxis and headed to the train station in Paris with plans of buying our tickets here. While I would’ve loved to see the sights, I physically couldn’t keep my eyes open for the taxi ride. So I dozed on and off for the 40 minute ride there, my head dipping then jolting upwards as if I were stuck in a boring lecture with almost no sleep. However, I did get to see the Eiffel Tower in the distance just before we turned into the train station.
Not surprisingly, we did not make the 4:05 train, so we were stuck on the 7:05 since it was the next train that had room for all eleven of us. None of us had slept much by now (I think I had clocked two and a half hours), we were without luggage, hadn’t showered in what felt like forever and now had almost three hours to kill. As much as I want to walk through Paris seeing the sights, I wasn’t about to do so in my current condition. I’ll save that (and the inevitable photo ops) for Saturday.
Almost 24 hours after we first arrived at Logan Airport we got on the high speed train to Brest. Finally!!! Now we had a 4.5 hour train ride to enjoy. It actually was the easiest and most relaxing part of our 30 hours of travel. We played dominos, had drinks and got to know each other.
Finally, at 11:45 pm Brest time (5:45 pm back home) we pulled into our stop and got into our taxis to bring us to the residence halls we were staying in at UBO. We got our keys, said our good nights and planned on meeting at 9:30 the next morning for our first scheduled event of the trip, a conference with some UBO business professors. Unfortunately, we discovered that our dorm rooms do not come with wifi and we can only get an internet connection in the dorm’s lobby. So the daily posts and emails letting everyone know I made it and what I’m up to will be spotty until we get to Paris Friday, where we will have wifi in our rooms.
The rooms. I understand why they’re singles. Two people in a room this size would be a prison sentence. And while I was warned the bathrooms would be different from what I am used to, I was completely unprepared for what I saw.
Exhibit A:
Exhibit B:
I didn’t fall asleep as easily as I had hoped I would my first night here. Not to mention that I was sleeping all alone, which I rarely have to do and never like it when I must. Either way, I was so tired I ended up falling fast asleep after watching some Dane Cook a certain someone put on my computer for me. J
Spoiler Alert: More details about Day 2 in the next post, but they did find our luggage and it is on its way!