Bye, bye campervan.

Last night was our coldest yet – a minus 3 degree frost! We got the campervan back on time – as I turned off the engine, Shari said “thank God for that” – I couldn’t have summed it up better myself!
Paris here we come… We got dropped at Harpenden Station by a young South African bloke who works for “JustGo”. He was a nice bloke who resisted the temptation to skite about the Springboks and proceeded to knock England. He described living here as like being in prison and he couldn’t wait to get back to the wide open spaces of SA but a single Pound buys 19 Rand at the moment so he was busy saving his money.
St Pancras Station was still being worked on but we managed to get away on time at 2:05pm. There’s an hour time difference between the UK and France so we lost an hour but the trip was only 2.5 hours and smooth and seamless. Unfortunately there was a Metropolitain (tube) strike on so we had to wait in a que for an hour and a half in the freezing cold for a taxi to our hotel. It then took another 45 minutes to negotiate the traffic – it was worse than Beijing! We finally arrived at the hotel and then went down the road to dinner.