SUNDAY 29 AUGUST 2010
Paris airport!
Got through customs with exactly 100mL of honey (101 and they would have thrown it out) and a gag gift forgotten in the bottom of my backpack. The morning train was an interesting adventure. There were no more cabs available when I tried to reserve one last night, so this morning, after 4 hours sleep, I was on my own. I speak no French. I can, I now know, navigate myself and a lost Australian woman (very nice lady, now knows better than to party at Irish pubs) through Paris underground.
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