To Voyage Without Fear
We left London on September 27, boarding a train at King’s Cross Station. Trains in Europe will never cease to amaze me because - get this - they’re on time. To the minute. Again, maybe this is the jaded DC metro rider talking, but I can’t get enough of it. Our train took us across... Continue Reading →
We arrived into London Thursday night in the thick of rush hour. My first sight of London streets were the congested roads - cars and mopeds going every which way, pedestrians and cyclists dodging in between. We alighted at Victoria Coach Station, then clumsily made our way to Euston station where Clayton’s cousin would pick... Continue Reading →
London is busy. Large. Historic. Complicated. Expensive. London is… impossible to capture in one word. Strangely, it is also the overseas city I have felt the most foreign in, despite understanding the language. We spent three days in Central London, seeing all that we could in a shorter amount of time. Although we only scratched... Continue Reading →
The morning of September 20 found us dragging our luggage across Montreuil, clambering onto buses, and making our way to the International Coach Station at Gallieni. We would be taking a bus from Paris to London. Originally assuming that we would take the train, we quickly changed our minds when we saw the prices. Trains... Continue Reading →
Sans Peur 