Maybe I'm Not Going to Paris...

Mady and I got up around 7, half an hour before our alarms were set to alarm. We got up and were ready in record time, wanting to be out of there. It was really hard to say goodbye to our crappy hotel room (not). We almost just left the keys in the door because no one was there to take them, but lucky for them they showed up at the last minute. 

It was just a short walk to the coach station, after a brief but intense stop in the nearest Sainsbury's. The bus left the station at 10:30 on the dot, just as it was supposed to. Things were going smoothly; I had a nap, read a couple chapters of the book I bought yesterday (Peter Pan), ate a snack. Then we got to the EuroTunnel.

Where things were delayed for almost two hours. There was a train stuck in the middle of the tunnel, and they had to fix it before anything else could happen. 

So as of right now, we won't arrive to check in to our hostel until ten. Or even later. Thank you EuroTunnel.