So we have arrived in bruges but not before an absolute mission to get here - we thought we were going to have to phone in the yanks to save us half between france and belgium again!

We were ready nice and early (lucy in her appropriate travelling maxi dress and sandals combo) and went to a cafe in paris between our hotel and the station to stock up on croissants. I then had a panic attack thinking i had left my ticket in the hotel room. We soon realised it was in my bag but not before lucy and i trailing back to the hotel a whole 2 minutes away.

It was now 15 minutes before the train from gare du nord to lille left. We found the platform and settled down to our croissants and kindles quite the thing.

Lille was a disaster!

We got off the train with 7 minutes to spare for us to find the platform and get to the train for mouscron. Then the first dose of bad luck came.... The 10.08 was delayed by 5 minutes...

Then 10 mins.

'Platform 12' then appeared and we ran to catch the train and found it running away from us before our eyes. Gutter!

The next train was an hour later, 11.08. We tried a few different options which involved hanging around bus stops and trying to string a sentence together to the bus drivers. This turned out to be very unsuccessful and we dragged our sorry asses back to the station and waited for the 11.08.

Does anyone know what 'supprime' means in french? Because this is what it read next to the 11.08 train we were due to get. Now, whilst sitting in the lovely square in bruge. we have realised it means 'removed'. Yes, the 11.08 train we were suppose to get was removed from the world. Simply removed. What the hell were we supposed to do now?

We wait... And buy some food while we wait.

The 12.08 was getting closer and closer then it appeared 'delayed 5 minutes'....

Then delayed 10 minutes...

A light bulb then went off and we realised we could take a different route to take us to bruges and this train left at 12.09. We checked the timetable with dread but thankfully it read, beautifully 'platform 10'... In French, obviously. What a relief when we sat down on the train and were on our way.

After 4 train changes, hanging around Lille for 2 hours (we all hate Lille), 1 panic attack over a missing ticket, 4 croissants and quite a few miscommunicated conversations we are in Bruges with beers after having a lovely meal. Our hostel is ideal and we have fallen in love with Bruges almost instantly... Probably because tonight's pub crawl leaves from our hostel.

We definitely deserve a beer after today!

Happy Monday :)
Heather x