We’ve been away for more than a day already. Miss 12 and I were dropped at Perth International Airport at around 2pm, checked in quickly and easily, and then stopped for coffee and hot chocolate at the Alisa Krasnostein Memorial Dome (i.e. the coffee place we stopped at when going to Toronto). We were excited and a bit restless.
We boarded the flight to Singapore at 5pm and were in the air quickly. The plane was an older Singapore plane but was comfy. We had a spare seat between us and, after some chatting, settled down to watching movies on the terrible quality in-flight screens. I watched Spiderman 2 and Miss 12 watched the Veronica Mars movie (a rematch to her).
The plane touched down at Changi Airport a little early, giving us time to wander around shops before heading to the gate for our 11.55pm departure. This time we got a big, new-ish A380 and another (!) empty seat between us. All seemed charmed. Miss 12 settled down to watch something or other, while I settled in to Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
All was going well. We ate. I fell asleep and then, about 6hrs into the flight, Miss 12 woke me to tell me she’d been sick. The poor girl had vomited all over herself. It was either something she ate, or the remnants of a virus she’d had, but even after replacing the seat cushion and doing everything that could be done (the Singapore staff were lovely and helpful) she still had another seven hours of flight to get through. It wasn’t pretty. We dozed and tried to pretend we didn’t smell.
We arrived at Charles de Gualle at 7am, cleared customs and had picked up our bags by 8am, before hopping on a shuttle to Terminal 2 to get the train to Rennes. The train station was ok, but nothing special. We were both pretty tired so conversation amounted to an occasional when do we leave or “We’re in France!”.
The train finally left at 9.50am (on time in fairness) and we were on our way to Rennes. Miss 12 dozed and read Divergent, while I watched my way through Suits. We did stop to admire the increasingly lovely countryside and small towns, as we approached our destination, but mostly we were tired.
We got to the Rennes train station at 12.50pm, wandered around a bit, then caught a cab to our hotel. It was only a 5 min walk away, but neither of us speak French, and we were tired.
There were showers etc, and then a wander around town looking for a patisserie (which failed), before stopping for coffee and crepes (Miss 12s Chocolate Viennoise had TONS of cream on it). And then back to the hotel. The idea was we’d rest till dinner, have an early meal then bed. Miss 12, though, slept 13hrs, and our day ended there.
We’re about to head off for breakfast, and then off to here! Between here and there, though, driving on the wrong side of the road in a manual vehicle in a place where we don’t speak or read the language. Wish us luck!