I’ve arrived in Durban after a very long and eventful 2 days of travel. Ellen and I left Baltimore at 2pm on Wednesday and arrived in Durban at 3pm on Friday.
On the flight from Boston to Paris, we each got about 2 hours of sleep, so spending the day walking around Paris exhausted us to the point of narcolepsy. I fell asleep mid sentence twice and Ellen nodded off while we were talking.
If you have the option, always fly Air France. We got 2 meals on each flight, no matter how late at night the flight was. Wine and beer were complimentary, although the flight attendant asked if I was at least 18 and said I looked young when I laughed a little.
Paris was beautiful. We spent some time in the Jardin de Plantes, walked down the Seine by Notre Dame, walked through the courtyards of the Louvre, and walked to this very modern building (I forget what it was called). Basically, we did a lot of walking. Our very limited French made us freeze when someone would start speaking very quickly in French. Eventually, I got used to using a few key phrases again, so I had a response ready.
Ellen and I were looking through my Lonely Planet book for South Africa, when this Parisian man told me to stop looking, he was right there, I had found him. I should have asked him to marry me right then.
We had some adventures finding bathrooms we could use. I spent 4.70euros at Starbucks just so we could get the code for the bathroom doors. We found a bathroom where the door had been left open to the men’s room, because we didn’t have change left to unlock the doors. We saw a student strike and a public transport drivers strike. The drivers strike meant we didn’t have a bus back to the airport, even though we had paid for a round trip ticket. Luckily, there was a couple that spoke French and English who helped us figure out what was going on and let us share a cab with them back to the airport.
Friday, we finally made it to Durban and it was beautiful! Our apartment is so cute! We had a nice dinner at an Italian place called Spigo’s and then walked along the beach.
the code for the bathroom doors. We found a bathroom where the door had been left open to the men’s room, because we didn’t have change left to unlock the doors. We saw a student strike and a public transport drivers strike. The drivers strike meant we didn’t have a bus back to the airport, even though we had paid for a round trip ticket. Luckily, there was a couple that spoke French and English who helped us figure out what was going on and let us share a cab with them back to the airport.
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