Yesterday we took the Eurostar train from St. Pancras International Station to Gard Paris by way
of the Channel Tunnel (you are not supposed to call it "The Chunnel" BTW). The ride was great. We were rolling through the English countryside at 138 MPH when an announcement was made that we would be entering the tunnel in a few minutes.
(That's English countryside speeding by...) We entered the tunnel and the world turned black. I felt a little pressure in my ears, but it wasn't bad. Sooner than I thought we were surfacing again and now we were speeding through the French countryside. Can you see the difference?
About an hour later we disembarked the train at the Gard Paris and we rushed to get a taxi to the Gard Lyon. Our ride through Paris was a fast white knuckle ride as our driver slithered around the streets to get us to the next train on time. Gard Lyon is a large, old, dirty, structure, far different from the tidiness of St. Pancras. It's filled with people and time schedules both running at break neck speeds. Geoff our guide knew exactly where to look and he told us to go Hall 2 and wait their until we are given a track number.
As we waited for the track number, mists of water were sprayed into the area every few minutes to cool the room down...I guess it works as we are not sweltering, but it was warm. Soon, a notice appeared on the boards that our train was on track 5. We went the right track and walked until we saw car 17. We tossed our luggage into the car and found our seats. Our group of 8 had the back 2 rows which faced each other and had a small table in between. For the next few hours we sped our way to Zurich making quick stops in the outskirts of
Dijon, Montebeliard, and Basel before we reached our last destination for the day.One of the fellows has a speedometer app on his iPad, so we tracked our speed. We were zipping along between 197 and 202 mph.
The strange thing is we didn't feel like we are moving that fast...but if I looked outside, I found it hard to take a still picture. We were making "good time" as my dad used to say when we were on vacation when I was a kid.
All Swiss trains run on time, so we got to Zurich right on the money. We scooped up our luggage and walked a few minutes to our hotel. This is when we were thankful we only had 2 suitcases and a backpack with us as getting on and off trains with too much luggage is more than difficult. Later we all had dinner together and retired back to the hotel where we quickly collapsed. We have "time off" this morning as a few more people have to join our group of 19. At 1323 we will board the next train to Interlaken Ost. The adventure continues.
Silky is having a good time too!