"The British are coming!"
..to stop me from going to London.
I wish Paul Revere came to Porte Maillot and told me that before I boarded that 3 hour bus to Calais last Thursday night. I was supposed to take a ferry to Dover after that and another bus to go to London. Sounds tiring but it was the cheapest way to get there from Paris. It doesn’t matter anyway. All of that is irrelevant.
Long story short, I wasn’t allowed to cross UK borders because I didn’t have a visa. I forgot the UK wasn’t part of the Schengen area and therefore my student visa in France wasn’t valid in the UK. Normally, if you’re from the US, you don’t need a visa to visit the UK but since I had a Philippines passport, that apparently didn’t apply to me.
I was stuck in Porte de Calais at 3 AM with no way to get back to Paris (or out of that port, couldn’t get a cab!) until the first train at 6:30 AM. The taxi to the train station plus the train ride back to Paris was more expensive than my round-trip to London. Unbelievable. To make matters worse, I lost my phone for a good half hour on the train. Thank god the conductor had it.
Needless to say, it was not my day. Lesson learned: Double check and never assume! I’m pretty bummed out I didn’t get to go to London but the weather in Paris was beautiful and I definitely made up for it that Saturday night. And I’ll definitely be making up for it next week because it’s..
SPRING BREAKKK! Italy and Greece.. here I come and visa cleared! :D