Day four-ced out of bed at 5am after barely an hour sleep.

Bastille night was unreal, after the party we got a taxi back to the hostel, things didn’t go to banterously from there. Basically we borrowed one of the other group’s beds and when she got back we got the boot. So at 5am we walked to the train station and began to get things sorted for the day ahead.

We figured it was time to head back to Munich, our bags had been there for 48 of their 72 hours and we kinda needed to go to the copshop and report the missing interrail ticket for insurance reasons. We did that got breakfast and then went back to the hostel, we basically stole their WIFI for a few hours before going to the station again to dish out 400 cash for a new ticket. We then tried to book our train to Munich, however as it was the day after Bastille day, trying to get out of Paris was like trying to get out of Azkabam.

Eventually our cashier suggested we board the banter engine for Strasbourg in 4 hours time. We agreed this would be good crack and paid our €3. Savage. We then tried to kill time, but at this stage we were seriously tired. I actually slept on the steps of Gare L’est for a while it was that bad. Eventually we boarded our TGV to Strasbourg. Sat down at our pre reserved table tickets, opposite some mum and her kid.

We fell into a deep sleep until the conductor woke me up. Lorcan is now in charge of the tickets (for obvious reasons). So I attempted to wake him up, several seconds later he finally came too, but remained unresponsive for some 2 minutes while I kept repeating “Lorcan, tickets”. Eventually he came round but not until the mother and the conductor had enjoyed a good laugh at our expense.

This wife and kid then became a real problem. The kid kept accidentally kicking Lorcan preventing him from good sleep. He played music off his DS and talked loudly. Whenever going in or out he stepped on my legs. He was a real nightmare.

We speedily pulled into Strasbourg and were told it was 3 hours till the next train. We headed into town only to be shocked by the beauty and eloquence of the architecture, The town was quite, and it was after dark, but the main attractions were brilliantly lit up. Including the new EU Parliament building, which was sick. It was there we met too random 30-something ladies who helped us get back to the train station on time by bantering with us in a taxi – which they paid for. They shared their own city experience and it was tbh all too awesome. Lorcan grabbed some quick food and we boarded our 8 hour 3 connection train to Munich. I write this from part of that train.