My alarm went off at 8am, I didn’t want to get up.
I finally crawled out of bed and got ready to go. When I checked out, they refunded me 15€ as I had apparently overpaid. Nice!
Then off on the Metro to the Eurostar Train Station. I am glad I found my way there yesterday. It’s a huge station and I would have ended up confused if I hadn’t checked it out.
|Gare du Nord Train Station in Paris|
Right this minute I am in the Chunnel. My ears have been popping. There is nothing to see, it’s dark out there and the tunnel walls are fairly close. But hey! I am UNDER the OCEAN!!! We will be arriving in London between 1 and 2pm, and then I will be changing train stations and taking another train up to Liverpool. I should be there shortly after 4pm. Next will be finding the Hostel. If my knee is happy I may walk, it’s only about 2km. Otherwise a Taxi could be in my near future.
Tonight I am planning on going to Jamie’s Italian for dinner, which looks like it’s about a kilometer from the Hostel. I have had a look at the Menu online and there are a few things I would like to try. I am looking forward to eating!!
|Jamie's Italian. I can't wait!|
And we are now out of the Chunnel!! Daylight again! And sheep on a hill. We are now in England!
I guess I had better get packed up so that it’s fast and easy for me to get out of here when we stop…
I took a Taxi to the Hostel from the Train Station. I was so tired from being on the train all day that I napped on my way up to Liverpool. The Taxi cost me £3.20. Money well spent, I would have got lost.
Once I arrived at the Hostel they assigned me a bed that was clearly occupied in a room that looked like it has all men in it. Don’t get me wrong, men are good. But I am travelling alone, and am not about to stay in a room full of men I don’t know. So they switched me. I am in an 8-bed room on my own, if anyone else comes in, it will be a woman. Much better.
|My big room, all to myself.|
Then it was Skype time. And once we managed to figure that out, I was starving.
I checked out Google Maps and off I went to Jamie’s Italian. It was less than 10 minutes’ walk from the Hostel. I realized as soon as I got to the corner that I should have been wearing long johns, gloves, a hat and a scarf. It was freezing! And there is that kind of mist where you can see it and feel the little drops, but it’s not quite heavy enough to be rain.
|These are called 'Italian Natchos'. They are deep fried cheese raviolis. Sooo good.|
Dinner was excellent.
|Mushroom Panzerotti. So good.|
I bought myself a souvenir at the restaurant, 4 napkins. And I got a really, really big bag to carry them in.
Originally I had planned to take a Taxi back to the Hostel, but after walking to the restaurant, I decided to walk back. I froze my butt off again, but after all the pasta, my butt needed it.
I saw this on my way back, it looks like fun.
I may go on the Liverpool Echo Wheel tomorrow night to see the City after dark. Tonight I am exhausted and going to bed.
But first, have a look at how I have to charge my stuff now that I am in the UK...
This is an Outlet Convertor, then a Voltage Convertor, then my computer cord. It is kinda scary, like plugging an extension cord into a power bar.