Bon jour,
I thought the journey was all but done, and I had mixed feelings about leaving, but alas there is nothing like spending extra time in airport queues to give one a real sense of urgency to get home. A cancelled flight and 8 hours in a french style queue (they have no idea - so many reasons to have to jump to the front) awaiting a new flight schedule and finally getting to a hotel at 3:30 in the morning was a "travel experience" which would be best forgotten, but will probably end up being most memorable.
I am now happily ensconced at the Mercure hotel in the middle of a remote Gallic field, by the expressway.... there is no where to go. However, I have been well fed which is good as I am still in a perpetual state of hunger and now await lunch and a taxi to the airport to attempt embarkation and a return to Oz Mark II..... I am hopeful that the next entry to this blog will be the epilogue written from the comfort of my own loungeroom.
So for now wish me bon journey, and soon it should be g'day.
BB
no photos... don't want to see an airport again, ocean travel becomes more attractive.
Coming from a man that got to an airport a day early....
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