So today I travelled from Cambridge to somewhere in the middle of nowhere in Bretagne, France.

This started with returning the bike (in the rain) that I hired yesterday in Cambridge, then returning to Shriv's to grab my suitcase before heading off to the train station. However, many trains were late/cancelled due to the storms of last night, including the one I meant to catch. However, about half an hour later, another train to Liverpool St left, which I got on, only for it to change its destination to Bishop's Stortford just before departure. At that stop, we all got off, the train returned to Cambridge, and a few minutes later another train to Liverpool Street arrived, which I (and some other people got on). However, owing to a lightning strike on some signals, this was a slow trip.

Luckily I had allowed plenty of time, as even arriving about 90 minutes late, I still had about 20 minutes to spare after getting on the tube to Bank, and changing to the DLR to London City Airport.

This airport is cool (and small), with a 15 minute checkin, and very fast security (no queues). Also, I got to walk from the terminal out on the tarmac to get on the plane, a Fokker 50 (small-ish propellor plane).

The flight to Brest (France) was fast, about 1 hour 20, and on arrival everything was very fast, the main point of note was that the immigration officer had to search in the cupboard for the passport stamp for me, obviously not many non-europeans come this way. It even didn't take long for the luggage to turn up, and Peggy and John were waiting for me at the airport.

I'm here until Thursday afternoon, when I head off to Berlin.