The day before we were scheduled to leave Italy, Mother Nature decided she was going to throw the world for a loop in the form of an Icelandic volcano eruption. Our trip to Italy was extended a bit longer then we had planned for, but at the time we had no idea how long that would be. Once we received word that our flight was cancelled, we began to look into other means of getting home (in the Pisa airport computer lab). We decided flights were out of the question, since only the volcano knew when it would be safe to fly again. So our goal was to get the coast of France. Unfortunately, we were foiled again. Due to the millions of people attempting to book train tickets online, the website kept crashing, so we decided to drive to the nearest train station across the French/Italian border, hoping that we'd be able to get a pair of train tickets, but prepared to drive all the way to the coast.
Fortunately we were with Brandina's parents and they had already rented a car - which it turns out was a lifesaver, as cars, buses, and other motorized forms of wheeled vehicles had quickly sold out across parts of Europe. So the four of us packed into the standard tiny European car, only slightly bigger then a mini, and tried to outwit mother nature. Starting from Lucca, we drove about 4.5 hours until we hit the border, when another proverbial "speed bump" got in the way. There was a traffic jam at the border and most cars had their engines off. Bryan decided to walk to the border to find out what was going on. After chatting with people from France, Italy, and Norway, all of whom spoke very little English, he thinks that there was accident involving either a train or truck and it was blocking the exit out of the long tunnel in Italy. Either way, after hanging out at the border for about an hour, we continued our journey, problem-free to Grenoble.
We went directly to the train station and after waiting in line for 30 minutes (and watching the number of customer service reps whittle down from six to 2, while the line grew larger), we were told that they don't have access to tomorrow's train schedule until tomorrow! Foiled again! Sooo, we decided to try one of the self-service electronic ticket machines. Using the handy trial and error method, we finally purchased train tickets from Grenoble to Calais!
The next morning our journey continued, as we boarded our first of 3 legs to Calais. The first leg, from Grenoble to Paris, took about 3 hours. When we arrived in Paris, we needed to take the Metro to the other train station, Gare du Nord. Well, as the French like to do, they decided this would be a good day to strike. So the metro line we needed (and only the one we needed) was not operating. We used our "Amazing Race" skills and quickly found an alternative route. As we walked into Gare du Nord, Paris' main train station, we were incredibly happy that we didn't drive to Paris to purchase tickets, as it was busier than Lake Tahoe on the 4th of July. Lines (or ques as they call them here) for tickets resembled those from Disneyland rides. We happily waited for our next train to arrive, though we begin to worry if ferry tickets at Calais would be just as much of a mess.
Our next leg took us to Hazebrouk in about 1.5 hours, which can be summed up by a train station without bathroom facilities. The final leg was a 45 minute, standing room only train to Calais. The "apocalyptic movie" feeling begin to emerge on this train, as people started to push more and run more, as if we were trying to escape the Island before doom set in. We also began to hear more English being spoken, presumably because this was all of the English trying to get back home to the UK. Additionally, we heard murmurs of sold out ferries until Monday...
While the Calais train station is near the port, it's not as close as it seems. Some people decided to try and walk to the port, others tried to hitchhike, and we weighed our options long enough for the "special" ferry shuttle to arrive. As we shuttled to the port, we took inventory of any possible hotels, just in case tickets were in fact sold out. Not sure what to expect, this port was nothing like San Francisco or San Diego's touristy gems - it was more like an industrial shipping port. Nonetheless, as the shuttle arrived, everyone got in "apocalyptic movie" mode again and seemed to run to the two ticket counters. We put on our "Amazing Race" hats again to divide and conquer. Murmurs of people excitedly buying tickets spread through the lines like wildfire, and as we purchased ours, we let out a huge sigh of relief.
We boarded the ferry for our 1.5 hour ride to Dover, UK and were quite surprised at our surroundings. This isn't your run of the mill New York to Staten Island ferry. These are converted cruise ships, albeit a bit smaller, but nonetheless, it was relatively luxurious, complete with duty free shops, arcade, restaurants, pubs, etc. Suffice it to say, we celebrated our triumph with a tasty pint, along with the rest of 200 ferry customers. Beers were flowing on that "cruise", as everyone was quite happy to get home...well that, and the British love their beer.
We weren't home yet though. We then took a bus from the ferry port to the terminal, and another one to the Dover train station, where we caught a 2.5 hour train into London, and finally took the tube to Notting Hill at 11pm Sunday night. Home sweet home...only 2 days and 1020 miles later, though still earlier than we had expected. Brandina even went to work Monday morning!
To put the journey into perspective:
Car Miles
- Lucca, Italy to Grenoble, France: 352 miles
Train Miles
- Grenoble to Paris: 354 miles
- Paris to Hazebrouck: 155 miles
- Hazebrouck to Calais: 50 miles
- Dover to London: 80 miles
Bus Miles:
- Train Station in Calais to Ferry port: 2 miles
- Ferry port in Dover to Dover Train Station: 2 miles
- Lucca, Italy to Grenoble, France: 352 miles
Train Miles
- Grenoble to Paris: 354 miles
- Paris to Hazebrouck: 155 miles
- Hazebrouck to Calais: 50 miles
- Dover to London: 80 miles
Bus Miles:
- Train Station in Calais to Ferry port: 2 miles
- Ferry port in Dover to Dover Train Station: 2 miles
Ferry Miles:
- Calais, France to Dover, United Kingdom: 25 miles
- Calais, France to Dover, United Kingdom: 25 miles
Total Miles: 1,020
All that said, as we're both optimistic people, we made the most of our adventure and had a great time seeing parts of Italy and France that we've never seen before. We drove through the Marble Quarries of Italy, favored by the famous Michelangelo, through the picture-esque French Alps near the border, across the Italian countryside, and through the French countryside. Grenoble in particular, was a beautiful mountain town, similar to Park City in Utah or Lake Tahoe. The hotel we stayed at was right next to an area where mountain climbers were training and practicing. We also saw a few cyclists pulling into the train station with skis strapped to their backs.
French Alps - on our way to cross the border
French Countryside from train
All in all, quite an adventure. Bryan is now even more convinced that we should try out for the "Amazing Race" television show. Brandina, on the other hand, has now officially decided that the "Amazing Race" really isn't that amazing after all :). Mother Nature, you gave us a good run for our money....
- B-squared
"Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads." -Dr. Emmett Brown (Back to the Future)