Last Friday I was ready for a relaxing journey to Paris, all set for the fast train out of St. Pancras. Unfortunately, I wasn't traveling on Eurostar. I had found a deal on Easyjet, a cheap flight to Paris from London Luton.
Luton turns out to be fairly remote (I think it is somewhere in Wales) so I left well ahead of my 7:00 pm flight time. I got on the Picadilly line out of Hammersmith at 4:30. Made pretty good time to Kings Cross where I switched onto a Midlands train after a 20 minute wait, and made my way out to Luton.
This was a very slow commuter train and I started to get worried. The train finally pulled into Luton Airport Parkway at 6:15 and I found the shuttle bus to the airport. Of course, the bus broke down. We switched to another bus which trudged uphill to the airport.
Now it was 6:30 and I still had to clear security. The woman checking passports took pity on me and let me jump the queue, scolding me for being so late. After I got through the metal detectors, I sprinted to the gate...it was just closing. 6:40. I was the last one on the plane.
The flight was a quick 50 mins. But I still had 30 mins on the RER train to Gare Du Nord, 3 metro stops to Republique and a 10 min walk to Rue Charlot. It took just about everything I had to make it up the five flights of rickety wooden stairs to our flat!
Ugh! Never again. It's Eurostar only from now on.
D was looking cute in his sweatpants and wife beater...and he even had on his sexy black jockstrap underneath. He made me forgot about the planes, trains and automobiles pretty quick.
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