Last day

We were supposed to wake up at 4am, because our Timeshifter app told us to, but 5am was a compromise that I hope buys us some energy late in the day.

We are highly caffeinated and currently on the train from Bordeaux to Paris, having won the battle of lugging our luggage up the station stairs and then up the train stairs before lifting them onto the luggage racks.

Luckily Emma does her own timeshifter routine and woke up just after us, so we got to see her absolutely demolish her milk at breakfast for one last time.

We got in the car and headed straight to a boulangerie, for what I somehow doubt will be the last visit of the holiday. It was closed. Damn the train departure, we will find another. Armed with a bag of buttery goodies, we made our way to the platform.

What we have planned after our midday arrival is storing our bags, finding lunch, seeing a movie, buying dinner and getting to the airport for our 10:35pm departure.

We are allowed one hour of sleep when we get on the flight and then none till we depart Singapore. That sounds like mission impossible but Singapore Air does promise Live World Cup action. 

If all goes to plan that is the holiday done.

What actually happened ...

If the plan was walking through Paris in 36 degrees, going to a movie to get some air conditioning only to find the one theatre in 25 without it was ours, spending 50 minutes crammed so tight in a 45 degree carriage to the airport and searching for extra, extra clothes because you are drenched, then mission accomplished.

At least dinner at the chosen restaurant was sensational. 

Thanks to the young Swedish ladies for fanning me when it looked like I may melt entirely.

Thanks to the Editor, for without her I would probably still be standing at Holsworthy Station trying to figure out where we were going. However without me she would be walking in and out the same shop over and over again due to her sense of direction misgivings.

Thanks for reading, next chapter is Borneo.