First experience of Eurostar? Having never traveled on it I was excited, but on arrival at check in at St Pancras I immediately lost all enthusiasm. Chaos doesn’t even come close to explain the organisation in place to check everybody through. The amount of baggage scanners is plentiful but then you’re guided, well you shuffle aimlessly towards two hardly noticeable entrances marking the passport check. Nobody has a clue what to do and a massive bottle neck is apparent. Surely the designers of the station could have come up with something slightly better. Is this really an improvement over Waterloo International?
All I can say is I was so glad to finally make it on to the platform, but to then only discover how ignorant some travelers can be. Stood blocking the platform with a combination of bags, trolleys, children and other shite. Honestly! I just want to get on the train!!!!
Facing backwards the English countryside makes my head spin. Would a beer counter this, or should I just look above into the overhead glass luggage rack and catch a sneaky reflected glimpse of what the person in front is reading?
In the tunnel walking through the join between carriages is like walking through an airlock with only the noise of the articulated bogie below for comfort.
We emerge in France, or at least I think we do, it doesn’t actually feel like we’ve left the UK.
That is of course until Delphine announces our next stop which is Lille.
The fields are the same, pylons and hay bails too. And I’m still going backwards, at what could only be described as ludicrous speed. I keep mistakenly wriggling my toes so as to prevent DVT; but I remind myself I’m not on a plane.
Arriving in Brussels, now I know we’ve left the UK a long way behind.
To be continued….