Last night was the roughest night we have had in a while. Currently
I am still running on about 2 hours sleep so let's see how this goes.
After we finally got off ferry by about 12:30, we then realized we had no way to get to the airport. Finding the trains closed and few cabs around, we contemplated chilling at the port until morning, maybe even sleeping right there on the dock. However, after we ran into some policemen and asked for some help they pointed us in the direction of a bus.
The next hour on the bus was absolute hell. Squashed in between stacks of people with all their baggage, we drove and drove and drove, never knowing where we were or how much longer. By 2:30 we arrived at the airport and we amped to grab some sleep before our flight. We lay out our sleeping bags in a little corner in the true backpacker style, bought some ear plugs and eye masks and slowly drifted off to sleep. Our night was finally over.... Or so we thought.
Not two hours later we were roused from our less than comfortable beds and told we couldn't sleep anymore. Why I hear you ask, because you can not sleep in the airport.... Yeh, we were confused too.
So for the next 7 or so hours we were forbidden from sleeping in the airport, watched like hawks by security. We did very little until we checked in. Grabbed maccas, watched Greek tv with no sound and sat in some chairs. The good times were certainly rolling.
The flight was just as bad with bright lights, lots of people and small seats. We ended up sitting right in the back of the plane after finding out that seats were not reserved. We struggled to sleep for the next 3 hours but the mood changed once we realized where we were... We were in Paris. :)
A train ride later completed our cycle of every public transport system and dropped us 100m away from our hostel. Despite our lack our sleep we checked in (me alone in a room for the first time) and headed straight back out, keen to explore our surroundings.
Within 10 minutes I had achieved my dream in France. Running into a human robot made my day, showing how truly accurate Eurotrip is.
We grabbed a fantastic and surprisingly cheap lunch down the road before heading to get some culture in us for the first time this trip. We headed to a Salvador Dali museum but were distracted before we were able to get there. We stumbled upon one of the highlights of Paris, Montmartre hill. Here we had an absolute amazing view of the whole of Paris and were able to see the soccer guy from YouTube who does awesome tricks whilst climbing a pole.
After some time we made our way to the museum which was really cool, even for me. It was heaps alternate and indie but I still managed to appreciate it.
By then we were all stuffed, surviving on about 2 hours over the last 2 days. We went home to rest for a bit but ended up completely passing out