Part II: Seoul to Paris
Last meal: Mediterranean couscous with assorted vegetables (bought from the supermarket!)
Song in my head: the stupid 5-tone announcement ringer of CDG airport
Drink of choice: Water (major dehyj at the moment)
Getting a bit real now.
Breakfast was yum but rushed. Got to airport only two hours before flight, though Seoul is so darn efficient it didn’t matter anyhow. Missed out on exit seating, but were allotted seats at the back of the plane where only two are together (therefore window and aisle). Much better airline food. Go AirFrance.
Looking out the window was not only far easier, but far more enjoyable.
Arrival in Paris went smoothly, though we didn’t have to go through customs, and I didn’t get my passport stamped. Awkward. Trying to catch the train was a right kerfuffle – what kind of company only accepts coins for its tickets? Ridiculous.
First encounter with speaking directly to a French person came when we went to the information booth of the CDG train station, attempting to ask about student rates. I bundled together some words (child, student, train, question intonation at the end), to which the train man replied “kjngkjewhkjnds kasdjn.” We looked blank, he spoke a few more words, and naturally I smiled and nodded and started walking away. Jus followed suit, and asked what he said. I said I didn’t know. So we bought children’s tickets with our coins anyway.
This, and general confusion about the billions of train directions available, made us late to meet our apartment man. He was cool though, and waited around for us.
This is our street, looking west. There was a fire at the corner building (can you see the smoke at the top? not really, but you can see the ladders from the fire engines!), hence the blue lighting at the corner there. Lots of french sirens. Very exciting.
Bedtime at 7.30pm local time.