March 28, 2006

What began as a fun and grand adventure quickly met ruin, but it was all in good fun. Let me explain. My omnipresent travel companion, Jay, and I were determined to make it to Normandy Beach. However, I think we may have gone about it the wrong way. Mistake No. 1: We decided to wing the trip and fly by the seat of our pants. Here is the tale:

Having left London from Victoria Station we were having a good time, discussing our upcoming adventure as well as things we missed from home, including our good friend Ben Durham. I don't know why his specific inclusion in the travel journal is necessary, but nevertheless, it was a good train conversation. Jay nodded off for a nap soon thereafter.
A few stops from Canterbury, we had our first omen that perhaps this trip wouldn't go as smoothly as we hoped.
At the stop, a group of about 40 screaming school children of the approximate age of 6 proceeded to get onto our train.