Awkward City

A few weeks before the trip my mom told me to make a reservation for the train

So I went online to do so

and I saw this which is what I wanted because I did not need to buy a ticket. For me, this meant that a reservation could not be made.

The night before we left I went to check what track we needed to catch the train on and saw this. Confused, I checked again and saw the previous message again. So I went to the train station.

This was the result.

So we got up even earlier than anticipated and went to the travel center. This was unsuccessful.

This was the route she told us to take and what we ended up doing.

Our train to the first stop in Basel was 10 minutes late, leaving us screwed.

So we went to another travel center

as we wandered around the Basel train station trying to waste 3 hours we saw that there was a train leaving to our next stop in about 5 minutes so we decided to just take that one.

In Mulhous, everything was in French making it very difficult to figure out how to get to our next stop.

So we went to another travel station.

We could not figure out where to get this train so we went back to the travel center

He forgot to mention that this connection was a bus.

While looking for the bus, we saw this. There is a train that goes straight from where we started out to where we are . . . and no one mentioned this to us.

We thought we found the bus. A man said something to us in French and we got sad. Then he spoke to us in German and I had never been so happy to hear German. He told us it was the right bus and we continued on our journey. We made it to the next stop and then finally got on a train to Paris.

we decided we may as well start taking pictures.

Finally at 9:45 pm, 9 hours after we were supposed to arrive, we made it to Paris. All we had time to do was meet up with a friend of ours from school for Crepes and drinks. That was fun.

Then we crashed at the Hotel for four hours before getting up to catch another bus to the airport and head to Dublin.