It didn’t aid my sleep though, so I put on the relaxation channel, which sounded like those nature sounds tapes they used to sell all over the place–the ones with the sample station. As a kid I had one of whale migration noises…or maybe it was mating noises; I don’t remember.
The bus ride from Manchester to London was uneventful–at least I think so; I slept through most of it.
Then there was the bus from London to Luton. Our driver was INSANE. He started off the trip by making it his personal mission to anger every passenger or potential passenger who walked by; then, he was a terrible driver, which I chalked up to mere familiarity or possibly city-driver aggression–until he HIT somebody. It took about twenty minutes to clear that up, and we were worried we would miss our flight, but that was dumb. Obviously, our flight was delayed two hours, so we spent a looong time sitting around in Luton, and then once we got to Paris, the metro had stopped running so we had to take a cab. It is a very good thing Steph can say more in French than the rest of us can (I, for example, can tell people my name and name a few articles of clothing and some animals. It is not useful knowledge.
–Amanda