You Have Got To Be Kidding Me

We were all psyched to get out of Marseille and head to Barcelona, so we grabbed breakfast and got to the train station two hours early. You know, just to make sure we got out of Marseille. Apparently the world was against us and had other plans.

The bus tickets we got in Tours said the bus would be at platform one or two, but the screen at the station said platform four. Of course we trusted the station screen that refreshes itself when the information is incorrect. As we're waiting at our platform talking about how awful it would be if our bus didn't show, a bus that said Marseille to Barcelona goes by.

Yes. It turned out that that was our bus, and the bus later that night was already full. We had to buy tickets for the next day because the French train workers were on strike so most of the trains weren't running, at least not direct services. And it would cost about $500 each to fly out. Anyway, we ended up staying at our hostel another night.



This totally reminded me of the Seinfeld episode when Jerry and Elaine go to Florida, and Jerry explains there three remaining days down to like 30 seconds or something between all the time they would spend eating, sleeping, showering, etc.