The cab driver with whom my dad and I played darts last night was fantastic. Displaying true Irish hospitality, he even gave us the "senior citizen" discount price for the ride. What a guy. :)
Alas, my luck has remained true to form and I was frisked yet again going through airport security. How many countries have I been/will I be frisked in this trip? Only time will tell. Who knew I looked like such a dangerous person? Ha.
The flight was pretty uneventful and we each had our own row. The added space was rather nice in the nearly empty flight to Paris.
Arriving at CDG, we picked up our bags and hired a taxi. For 70 euro, the 3 of us were transported directly to our hotel. Given the hour and factoring in the cost for travel, it was clearly the best deal available to us at the time. The Air France Bus would've cost around 72 euro and included a number of other stops.
Gladly, we only had to stay in the hotel for one night. Of course, it probably had some pretty nice guest rooms, but we never saw one of them. Humorously enough, our room was located in the attic, also referred to as the "6th floor". The elevator went to the 5th floor and a narrow stairway lead to our room, which wasn't bad for me. I liked the exercise.
The roughest thing about the room, and probably the most hillarious, was the bathroom. You see, the ceiling/roof had a rather sharp angle directly above the toilet. If one wasn't careful (or fully awake) when using the facility, a strong hit on the head was all but inevitable. To add to the thrilling sense of danger, the shower was curtainless. Ha, regardless of how carefully one would wash, water would spray all over the tile floor leaving a rather slick surface. Slippery floor + low/sharply angled roof ceiling= big headache time!
Really, I only wish I had taken a picture of the room and bathroom because they were so silly and poorly thought out. It was actually kind of entertaining. Painful? Yes. Funny? Absolutely.
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