Thursday, 18 April 2019

Day 21 - 17 April 2019 Wednesday - Krakow to Amiens (France)


With some regret I said bye bye to Krakow, (don't know how to say goodbye in Polish) and headed to more familiar territory, Amiens in France and the Western Front.

Today's travels involved a flight from Krakow to Amsterdam with KLM and a transfer there to a flight from Amsterdam to CDG, Paris France.  In CDG the plan was that I pick up a car and drive to Amiens where I had reservations at the Mercure with views of the cathedral (another Notre Dame by the way, and bigger than the one in Paris, even before the fire).  Except my room has views of the lane way, anyway I digress.

Flights went well, transfer went well, which was a relief given my experience with my transfer in Vienna a while ago (the send 'lawyers guns and money' transfer).

But when I went to pick up my car they had given me a Renault van thing that looked like it would be used by people smugglers (I had asked for a small car).  Anyway by that stage I just wanted out of there so I jumped in an and navigated my way out of CDG and found the route north.  Anyway as I was driving into Amiens, BANG, there goes a rear tyre.

To cut a long story short there was a number of phone calls to the Hertz people a bit of a wait for their road assistance people, a lovely young girl driving a flat tray tow truck, who didn't speak any English and the space saver tyre is on the car and I am on my way again.

Now Flashy will remember the access to the car park in Amiens and here am I negotiating my way in in the people smuggler van, it is tight to say the least. Completed successfully I must say, and having a beer at the Mercure Amiens by about 8.30.

No photos today, although I could put in a stock photo of a cat playing the piano if you like.

Fun fact; I am typing this at 7.00pm in the bar at the Mercure Amiens and I outnumber the patrons and the staff.

Step Count: 5,225

Observation: Once you move out of Paris less and less people speak English


1 comment:

  1. Its all coming back to me now. How did you manage to get out of Paris without your faithful navigator?

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