So, the journey—I will never travel by Flixbus again. Where to start—he was the single most surly, uncommunicative, uninformative coach driver of my life. To start off with there was no Flixbus representative at Victoria Coach Station so we just all piled towards the coach as it came in a massive uncontrolled scrum, as the driver was loading the cases into the coach. It was then the same man who scanned our tickets and let us on to the bus, all by himself. Complete chaos, and it was BUSY. There were LOTS of people crushing to get on the coach; I wasn’t convinced he was checking people’s tickets & passports properly at all. And then we just set off. Not a word from him. No introduction, explanation of our route, journey time, nothing. After a couple of hours as we neared the coast he announced brusquely “Today we are going on the boat. You must fill in your names on the sheet”. That was it, and two clipboards were passed around. Why two? One for each side of the coach or did we have to fill in our details twice? No idea. He never explained. We all filled in our details twice, pointlessly I’m sure.
8pm Boulevard Adolphe Max. How quiet it is. Hardly anybody on the street. No traffic at all, because Rogier is completely closed due to ‘roadworks’. Roadworks bit of an understatement. So even more quiet here than usual.
So, on the Eurostar home, and I DID stay within the 200 euros I took out at the start. In fact I think I still have a 50 euro note let in my pocket as well. Fifth Avenue was uninspiring; no stars at all. Grabbed a McDonald’s on the way back to the hotel then out like a light. I woke around 1am with my clothes on and contact lenses still in my eyes! I grabbed some water from the lounge, then came back and went to bed properly. The Snap carriage going home is quiet empty; I grabbed my favourite seat at the back; I think it did belong to a couple of ladies who got on after me, but they saw me here and took some empty seats elsewhere instead.