traveller with a tale

In the wee hours of early morning, sunday 9th november 2008, I was suddenly inspired to head away for the rest of the weekend. I had been toying with the idea of Manchester to go and see some friends, but it didn’t quite fit. I’ve been searching for a level of excitement in my life that I feel is somehow missing. I used to do insane crazy things, but in recent years I have become less wild. Not that anyone seems to have noticed, all of my friends would probably swear that I am the craziest person they know. I wonder what they would have thought if they knew me back then.

Manchester was thrown out and I turned to skyscanner to see if I could

bag a last minute cheap flight, but none of the options jumped out at me. Having ruled out Manchester (and with it travelling by car) and Flying, I was left with one option for escaping from London. The Train. But not just any train, Eurostar to Paris.

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It’s been something approaching 7 years since I last took a trip to paris. It was a day trip with my friend Sarah, and it was around her 18th birthday, my present to her. We joked at the time that following on from our Paris trip I would owe her a trip to New York for her 25th. It’s approaching next year…

But I digress. I bought a ticket on the Eurostar, grabbed my iPhone, my passport and a credit card, and headed down to St Pancras International. This, however, was not to be any of my normal last minute trips, I was going to psedo live stream my trip via twitter / twitpic, engaging with the world about what I should do, where I should go, and what I should see.

The trip was an awesome success and you can see all the tweets and twitpics from the day. There were some things I would have changed, but overall it was awesome.

I plan to take this idea and run with it further. Watch this space for the next installment of traveller with a tale.