Here I Go Again

After a week in Exeter and two weeks in York, I decided I needed to get back on the road again. It had been too long…

The reason I had spent so long back in my home country is because during my travels I had been informed of a volunteer scheme called WorkAway, where people can volunteer in exchange for food and accommodation. I had been looking for something I could do in Spain or the south of France, but all my searches seemed fruitless. Eventually, I was getting really itchy feet again and knew I had to abandon my plan and just leave with the hope to find something on the road.

I spoke with a friend of mine, the one I travelled through Spain with, and he told me he was venturing north, to Paris. I decided to join him.

I booked a bus from York to London and another bus to Paris, France. As it had been a while since I’d been on a coach, it took me a few minutes to settle into the mindset again. But by the time I left the centre of York, I was comfortable once more.

There were no problems on the first leg of the journey and I easily got to London Victoria. Boarding the bus to Paris was a bit confusing though, as first I had to check-in, which is not something I’ve ever had to do on a coach. The next concern was the majority of guests were either speaking Spanish or Italian and this worried me as I thought I’d boarded the wrong bus! Luckily not though.At about 1am, the whole bus was rudely woken up for Passport Control and then we were ushered onto a boat. I wandered around the boat for a good hour and half before we settled into Calais.

Having arrived on the port we were all herded back onto the coach to complete our final leg into the French Capital. It was only here did I get a decent amount of sleep. As luck would have it, not long after I awoke, did we arrive into the bus station and it was only here did it strike me that I was back on the road. It was a good feeling but one I have to accustom to again.

I got back into swing of things by walking around the city centre of Paris, trying to find my hostel. And strangely enough, I’m not sure if it’s because it’s 10am on a Tuesday or because I’m outside the main city itself, but it’s a lot quieter than I was expecting. At about half ten, I found my hostel and just had to wait to check in…

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