First day abroad
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My friend Muk, my brother Nok and I arrived in Paris around 3.30 pm on Saturday Apr 8. The original plan was to meet Sa & Oh who arrived 1 day earlier in Champs Elysees and hung out for a while, then Nok, Sa and I would catch a night train at 11 pm to Toulouse to get a bus to Andora in the morning (so complicated plan).
But some misunderstanding about the train ticket, Sa booked us a 4.45 pm train to Toulouse. Nok and I had to split the team heading for Austerlitz and meet Sa there.
We had only 20 min to get to Austerlitz, including getting lose in the subway. Paris experience for us was not "A walk in a cloud" but "Run Lora Run" with 10s kg of backpack.
We got to the train on time but Sa missed it, so my bro and I had to head to Toulouse by ourselves without knowing where to sleep, how Toulouse looked like. We were freak out since we had no sense of survival in other countries, but we knew that everything gonna be alright. The only thing I could think of was to call to book hotel in Toulouse from Lonely Planet guide, unfortunately, no one spoke English.
I missed the view that all cycling racers would come to Tour de France for, but only my phone screen.
We arrived in Toulouse at 11 pm, the last stop; not many people left on the train. Once we got off the train, it was 360 degree dark. We could see no light, no exit, no hetel, no street, and it was too cold for us. We followed someone from the train looking like tourist. Then we emerged at the front of the train station, and now we could see a BIG street where lights all around, and right across the street was full with hotels, restaurants, people. I felt so stupid being scared and worried but relieved. I told myself "This is France!! Come on, where the hell I think I am."
We stayed in a cosy hetel opposite the train station because Sa will follow and meet us in early morning.
We had a big nap. In the morning we had our first croissant breakfast. I have to tell you, I respect the spirit of making croisant here. No matter how dry and burnt the croissant look, it's still soft and buttery when I put it in the mouth. It tastes like heaven!!!
We finally met Sa and we started our trip to Andora that early morning. Wooppee!!!!