Well, at least the end is in sight this time. I made it to the right country without too much trouble--left my apartment plenty early so the obligatory delay on the RER didn't make me miss my flight. I even managed to be one of the first off the eplane, and the very first through customs. But when I got to the bus ticket stand, I was informed that I'd barely missed the last coach. I had no idea what the bus schedule was coming but, but I doubt that even if I had known that I could have made it. At any rate, I've managed to get stuck in yet another airport, this time Luton in London. Tantalizingly close to my final destination of Oxford and my buddy Oiwi. It's 11:30pm here now(12:30 in Paris), and the next bus doesn't depart until a little after 2:00am. If all goes well, I'll be in Oxford before 4am rolls around.
At least I'm not in Charles de Gaulle Aeroport--Luton's way nicer. For one, there are shops open even at this alte hour, including a mini supermarket(Marks & Spencer) where I got a cheese and chutney sandwich. And the internet kiosks, while a bit expensive at 1£/10 minutes at least have real keyboards. I gotta kill a few hours, and I am sleep as hell.
I really need to look into getting a personal helicopter. Or maybe a jetpack.
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