Friday was a day of travel, not knowing what to do, flying without leaving the ground, and figuring out how to break into a train.
It started off great as we had breakfast and checked out of the hotel in Bayeux. We drove to Caen, turned in the rental van, boarded the train to Paris, and arrived on time. We said goodby to Bruce and Jackie and then headed towards the underground to get to the main Paris rail station. Only we had trouble finding the right underground. We talked to a few people and got little to no help. Someone finally said go down two levels, only it was more like four levels. Hit a wall where we go left or right and we chose right. As we are just deciding to grab the train there, the doors closed and it was gone. Our available time was dwindling away. The next train arrived, we climbed aboard, and after a lengthy wait it left. We got to the stop we thought we needed and got off. We couldn’t figure out what to do and talked to a lady at a help desk. She tried to explain but we couldn’t understand. She finally came out to lead us away as we waived goodbye to Kathy and Terry.
The lady led us outside pointed at a street across the way, said 600 meters and down the stairs. We got there, checked in, and got into our seats with 12 minutes to spare.
It was a great high speed ride, up to 195 mph. At Frankfurt things appeared clear and easy and we had plenty of time. Then it went downhill. Our train came in but the doors wouldn’t unlock. Finally they got two doors open but one of the conductors said this train did not go to Nuremburg. Back up front we checked the board and asked two other people who all confirmed it was the right train. We got into one of the doors, got to our seats and someone was sitting in them. When we said those are our seats they got up and moved. The train finally left the station almost 30 minutes late. We arrived in Nuremburg, met Cory and Steph and grabbed the next train to Furth. We are here after a very long day.
Bryan