Goodbye London? Not So Fast.

Wow, we had fun in London! We saw so many wonderful things, but we also had fun just riding the Underground (also called the tube), the public transportation system in London. The tube station was a 2 minute walk from our hotel and on 3 different tube lines, so we could be practically anywhere we wanted to go within 15 minutes. We bought an Oyster Card the day we arrived and I do believe that we got our money’s worth because we used it several times a day. It was so easy to use and so clean! I only saw one slightly disturbing incident during our week of using public transportation and that was at the train station (not the tube, the rail station) in Windsor. I saw a man peeing in the corner of train station, right in front of the women’s bathroom (when I was about to enter). What’s even stranger is that this was in a tiny, cute town an hour outside of London and a stone’s throw away from the Queen’s residence. Needless to say, I held my pee for the train ride instead of using the bathroom at the station. I think I may write the Queen a letter about that!

We had a few hours before our Eurostar train left London for Paris, so we checked our luggage at the hotel and went to Trafalgar Square…..home of the most aggressive pigeons in London. Did I mention that my husband has a phobia of pigeons? And my son has recently developed the phobia as well. So perhaps you can imagine that they did not enjoy Trafalgar Square at all. There was a lot of ducking and squealing. We stayed there about 30 seconds before they begged to leave.

We walked to Covent Gardens to an area called Seven Dials, seven streets of boutiques and fantastic vintage stores. I love vintage stores! Unfortunately we only had a short time to explore before we had to get back to the hotel, collect our luggage and make our 3pm train to Paris. “We have time,” my husband said, and encouraged my son to try on and buy a sweater. By the time we paid for the sweater and got lost finding the tube station we were pushing our time. We had no margin. I believe in margin. I live by margin in my everyday life, preferring to be early later than late. Margin is crucial while traveling in a foreign country. My husband does not live with margin, he pushes the limits of time. He is always flying out the door, trying to make a flight that leaves in 15 minutes, a whirlwind of forgotten laptop plugs in his wake. Can you guess what happened?

The projected 30 minute tube ride to the train station turned into a 60 minute traffic-clogged taxi ride. When the taxi pulled up to the train station we jumped out, ran/pulled our luggage through the train station and cleared security and customs within 5 minutes. We had a chance to make the train leaving in 3 minutes! The attendant called up to the train to tell them that we were coming; we still had a chance! Except….the elevator was already full with a woman and her luggage…..and it was the last elevator the train conductor allowed up to the platform before pulling out the station.

Yup, we missed our train to Paris.

The ticket agent tried very hard to find seats on the next few trains, but there were no seats available for a family of four. Rather than wait several hours (or maybe even the next day?) for an available train, my husband bit the bullet and bought upgraded tickets for the next train, leaving in only 30 minutes. The First Class car was practically empty (except for one other family with, unfortunately, unruly toddlers and disinterested parents–Bebe’s Kids). Our ticket price also included a delicious snack with red wine for the adults and hot chocolate for the kids. It was a lovely way travel; we were in Paris in just 2.5 hours and only 30 minutes behind schedule. However, it was an expensive reminder to always leave room for margin! It was an adventure and will be a funny story to tell of our vacation…..some day.

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Photos:
A tube station in London.
Girly on the tube.
Our snack on the Eurostar train, traveling between London and Paris.
Girly reading on the Eurostar train.

Until next time (from Paris),

Cheers!

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  • Darcie-such the spot July 30, 2011, 11:44 pm

    I’m a margin kind of gal myself. My husband–like yours–eh, not so much. At least he stepped up and sprung for upgraded tickets, though. That’ll learn him!

    Oh, also, I can totally picture your husband and son ducking incoming pigeons. I’m laughing just picturing it.

  • Funkidivagirl July 31, 2011, 12:44 am

    The pigeons are on the beach too here in LA (seagulls too); my husband can’t even relax, keeping his eye on the birds!

  • Krystal Grant July 12, 2011, 3:06 pm

    Oh I know how frustrating that was to have missed your train. On our honeymoon we missed our plane to jamaica. How. Angry. I. Was. the only flight available was 8 hours later! We missed an entire day in Ocho Rios. That was 11 years ago. And I’m still angry about it. LOL

  • Funkidivagirl July 13, 2011, 5:59 pm

    Krystal, I am trying very hard to let it go! I think if we hadn’t been able to get another train 30 minutes later I would have really been upset!

  • Justice Jonesie July 12, 2011, 12:48 am

    It’s a good thing you didn’t miss the Last Train to Paris. (bada bing). Hopefully the upgraded train tix was less than an extra day/night in London?
    Vacations never cost how much you think.
    Can’t wait to see pics of Paris!