Long story which I’m not going to tell, at least not now: I was due to start a month-long InterRail tour of France today, but my flight was cancelled, thanks to Iceland’s crazy volcano. I was due to fly 10 minutes after the restrictions started! I spent hours queueing – at least there was a nice French girl in front of me.
It turns out I’m going tomorrow; travelling to London by train and then getting an overnight coach to Paris, where I will resume my itinerary ((I’m out of pocket quite a bit; it could have gone to a much better cause than lost deposits and unnecessary bus and trains tickets.)). I’ve spent all afternoon reorganising my plans and I woke this morning at 6:15 after 3 hours sleep.
Worst day of my life!
I’m back home on 3rd June. Au revoir.
