After a sprint from Kings Cross station to the Clink Hotel, I arrive sweaty, but just in time to catch the coach for my Europe Express tour. As we drive on and then catch the ferry, saying goodbye to the white cliffs of dover, the butterflies are already starting to build up in my stomache. I'm slowly beggining to wonder how wise it was for me to go travel on my own with a coach full of people I've never met before, I'm not really the type of person who likes to be on their own. As we Arrive in Calais, and finally to Paris there's the part I've been dreading, the organizing of shared rooms. The only thing I can compare it to is being picked for a team in PE and if you were
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