So sure, the beginning of such a journey is never what is more fun!
Broadly, this gives:
- leaving home around 8am, direction Roissy-Charles de Gaulle ... my father is driving!
- arrival at the airport around 10:30 am (FYI, it was minus 4 ° that day ...). Then? Big mess, the French organization, we stuffed two or three times the terminal, the queues are poorly organized ... And then when we come to security, it is even worse, limit one passes in my underwear now. Anyway, Alexandra ring gantry, as usual, I go without a hitch and five minutes later, there is at last!
- the flight is scheduled at 12:35 but we have finally 30 min delay
- then, hell: more than 11 hours of flight: a first for us both! Moreover, it was also the first time we went 15 days on vacation both! Otherwise, obviously, we're not next to each other: an aisle and a seat on this flight will part ...
- by chaining a few meals without any flavor except that of disgust, two cool movies (Me, Despicable, Robin Hood), the last show of Gad Elmaleh, episodes of The Simpsons, regular visits to the toilet (just to stretch) and micro-naps, we finally get over Cancun! The end of Calvary!
- one goes down, it is I do not know what time but all is well: after two meters in the tunnel that connects us to the terminal we are greeted by a giant ad for Coca-Cola!
- like zombies, we wander into the terminal to where we can get the baggage ... In passing we cross those preparing to leave, all the more tanned than the others: it gives courage!
- luggage were recovered, we pass a new security control without incident, it finally comes out of the terminal and there, slap: moist heat stuns us: it is night, and in addition, a horde of Mexican throws at us. After reconnected our neurons, it appears they want to help us carry our bags ... ahhhhhhh! We accept.
- four yards away, we find our guide, it is still too heavy. Time to give pennies to Mexico (it begins ...) we do checkers in the air-conditioned buses, sweaty.
- after the bus was filled with about thirty people, we take the direction of Valladolid, our first port. Good news: we have only two hours away! General defeat: everyone falls asleep.
- when the bus stops and we are asked to come down, it runs. Even more zombie a zombie, you go into the lobby, then outside, then into a kind of restaurant. It must be 9:30 p.m. local time. It sits down quickly came to the first table. Finally, everyone seems haggard (see photo above). First meal eaten quickly: with a kind of soup paste the input, we feared the worst for the future. Anyway, between dream and jet-lag, fatigue and excitement, we do not care of what we eat.
- half an hour later, everyone found his room.
- after a quick tour of the property and a cold shower (the next day we will understand that the hot water and cold water in the shower were reversed, contrary to what was said), it goes down quickly. Tomorrow, the alarm will sound at 7:00!
tomorrow for new adventures!
Broadly, this gives:
- leaving home around 8am, direction Roissy-Charles de Gaulle ... my father is driving!
- arrival at the airport around 10:30 am (FYI, it was minus 4 ° that day ...). Then? Big mess, the French organization, we stuffed two or three times the terminal, the queues are poorly organized ... And then when we come to security, it is even worse, limit one passes in my underwear now. Anyway, Alexandra ring gantry, as usual, I go without a hitch and five minutes later, there is at last!
- the flight is scheduled at 12:35 but we have finally 30 min delay
- then, hell: more than 11 hours of flight: a first for us both! Moreover, it was also the first time we went 15 days on vacation both! Otherwise, obviously, we're not next to each other: an aisle and a seat on this flight will part ...
- by chaining a few meals without any flavor except that of disgust, two cool movies (Me, Despicable, Robin Hood), the last show of Gad Elmaleh, episodes of The Simpsons, regular visits to the toilet (just to stretch) and micro-naps, we finally get over Cancun! The end of Calvary!
- one goes down, it is I do not know what time but all is well: after two meters in the tunnel that connects us to the terminal we are greeted by a giant ad for Coca-Cola!
- like zombies, we wander into the terminal to where we can get the baggage ... In passing we cross those preparing to leave, all the more tanned than the others: it gives courage!
- luggage were recovered, we pass a new security control without incident, it finally comes out of the terminal and there, slap: moist heat stuns us: it is night, and in addition, a horde of Mexican throws at us. After reconnected our neurons, it appears they want to help us carry our bags ... ahhhhhhh! We accept.
- four yards away, we find our guide, it is still too heavy. Time to give pennies to Mexico (it begins ...) we do checkers in the air-conditioned buses, sweaty.
- after the bus was filled with about thirty people, we take the direction of Valladolid, our first port. Good news: we have only two hours away! General defeat: everyone falls asleep.
- when the bus stops and we are asked to come down, it runs. Even more zombie a zombie, you go into the lobby, then outside, then into a kind of restaurant. It must be 9:30 p.m. local time. It sits down quickly came to the first table. Finally, everyone seems haggard (see photo above). First meal eaten quickly: with a kind of soup paste the input, we feared the worst for the future. Anyway, between dream and jet-lag, fatigue and excitement, we do not care of what we eat.
- half an hour later, everyone found his room.
- after a quick tour of the property and a cold shower (the next day we will understand that the hot water and cold water in the shower were reversed, contrary to what was said), it goes down quickly. Tomorrow, the alarm will sound at 7:00!
tomorrow for new adventures!
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