When the merde hits the TGV

Basically the video says it all. I got caught up in a French strike that diverted and disabled the train that I was on. Sucks, but I learned one solid thing in all of this in that while the British are probably the masters of the queue, the French are the masters of waiting. It took merely 10 minutes of being stopped until people started working on getting drunk. The train smelled of cigarettes, alcohol, and a good time quite fast despite everyone doing the boozing and smoking out on the Tarascon platform.
The real crapper in all of this was that I missed my connection to Figueres in Spain by 3 minutes and it was the last one of the day. Thankfully my father-in-law graciously came up and got me, otherwise, I would have probably been forced to continue the “party” at a cheap hotel by the Perpignan rail station.

One Reply to “When the merde hits the TGV”

  1. Wow, nice ride, too bad it got stopped twice. Beautiful scenery and I like the music. I can be an armchair traveler. that was fun, looking forward to the next vid. Talk to you soon, love, mom

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