Woke up at 6am to catch our train...not cool.
Sad to leave Barca, best hostel and coolst city so far...need to plan a summer euro-trip for 3 years time when Dan's finished uni and we can come back to barca, maybe portugal, ibiza and the greek islands.
Caught the same rickety old deathtrap of a train out of barca. we got halfway to the border when it stopped, and as far as i could tell there was some problem with the wheels being the wrong gague for the track ahead...made no sense to me.
By 2pm (we were ment to be in Montpellier by 1:30pm) we started moving again. We eventually arrived in Narbonne at 4pm and in a mad rush and dealing with rail staff that spoke no engilish managed to get on a 4:10pm train to paris. this train was much better. we pretty much slept the entire way.
We arrived in Paris at 12am and made our way to the hostel, St Christophers. Its a great hostel, really really big, but brand new and really cool. Cant compete with the private room me and sam had in spain though, but its still nice.
We pretty much went straight to bed.
