The Channel Tunnel- The Funny Side of It

The Channel Tunnel- The Funny Side of It

This blog is about my day trip to France the other week-end, which was 3 years ago. I nabbed the following blog post from my very old MySpace account:  http://www.myspace.com/didismyspace/blog and please excuse the immature tone in which it was originally written- i was 15, coming on to 16. It was such an eventful trip that i noted down everything on my phone so i could tell all of you about it in this blog. Like, as if you really care.  


The plan was that we were going to go to France for the day to spend all of our money in City Europe and then go out of Calais to find a pretty little village where we can sit and have a peaceful dinner. Sounds like a nice day out.

So we get to the channel tunnel, as usual, and without sounding big headed, we were used to the way in which it is run and our timing was just spot on. I hate it when they ask to see your face so they can check the passport with the person. Especially when it's like half past 6 in the morning and i forgot to brush my hair. I looked a complete wreck. Imagine this, (and believe me, it isn't a nice thought), my eyes were blood shot, my make up smudged and i had this horrible frown on my face.

We begin to drive in and spot the newbies immediately. It was the car in front of us. It kept braking suddenly whenever it thought that the tiny gap in the brick was the turn in to the car park.

So we get into the little building where you can buy real cheap perfume and other bits and bobs for last minute worries and forgots. Which is very handy.
 
We were starving. Me and Adelle thought that we were going to have breakfast at the Channel Tunnel. In this little building there are other little restaurants where you can eat massive English breakfasts- you know the sort, mouth watering sausages, sizzling bacon, extraordinary eggs and beans. But no. Our fantasies where ruined because our parents thought that it was pointless to have breakfast there when we can have a cheaper breakfast in France. Which meant waiting a longer and an extra hour. By now, I was wasting away.

We then get called. Well, for the final call, anyway. We weren't in much of a rush. So we go to the Train...but first before you even get on the train- you have to go through these barrier things...and they are really LOW. And even in our Jaguar, which is quite low, it really looked as though we were going to have a massive metal pole smash into our roof. Despite the many years we have done this, the panic still happens.
 
Finally get unto the train, and we're on the top floor which in a bazaar way makes the channel tunnel seem that much more exciting. Its only exciting because the rest of it isn't. And you feel really privileged and different. Although its not. Because when you actually get into the Tunnel- its just darkness outside the windows, the occasional white light whipping past every now and then.

Now i don't know if you (who is currently reading this) has ever been on the Channel Tunnel- but if you  ever have been on the Channel Tunnel then you might remember the little announcements they do before you go. Reminding you to not use cameras because the flash affects their train mechanical things on board, telling you to keep a window, sunroofs and other stuff open and to stay in first gear- otherwise there will be trouble. And, for obvious reasons, they announce this in English and then French.

The English voice is really old and posh- the stereotypical thought of an English man. And he's generally dull and uninspiring for us English people to hear.

But the French lady is much different. She has a really sexy voice and although all she's saying is, "make sure you are in gear one" it sounds as though she is trying to entice you into bed with her. Which is totally unfair.

So that's part one of my journey to France...we haven't even got to France yet! And there's a lot more of that i need to talk to you about! But that's all i can be bothered to mention for now and i shall leave you in no suspense and absolutely no curiosity over what happens next. Enjoy your lives. Dee