A 13 hour flight and 6:30 in the morning we arrived in rainy Paris. My plan had been to get a train to Chamonix at 1:20 and sight see in the morning, when it was raining I decided to go straight to the train station and see if i could get an earlier train. I was moved to the the 11:20 train and after obviously struggling with my bags a french man asked if I wanted a trolley for my bags, my bad choice was to accept his offer. He didn't leave me till I was on my train with him sitting opposite me as I was asking a lady to tell him to leave. Crazy Frenchman.
From here my travels got better, I met Elena, a Russian girl living in Geneva. We chatted a litlle, i slept a little and we exchanged emails with promises of catching up when i go to Geneva.
Got to my hostel with no problems and was approached by an aussie who recognised my accent. We went out for pizza, with me falling asleep at the table, I went back to the hostel for sleep and he went out drinking. At 2 am i woke to the light from a phone in my face and some person (whome i partially recognised) telling me that someone was in his bed.I helped him, now realising that it was the aussie I had met earlier that night to one of the spare dorm beds & went back to sleep.