I've finally done it. I've travelled into the future. Whie cruising at the moderate altitude of low orbit, I watched as day quickly changed to night... Then it became apparent that night was more of a 2-hour affair and day broke regardless of whether I'd slept or not. No biggie, years of World of Warcraft have steeled me to going 18 or so hours at a time without sleep. However, around the 27-hour mark, things started to get a little hazy, and by then, I had already spent 80 US dollars on a Parisian taxi. It was time for rest. That was nearly 12 hours ago.
This first day's been... Rough. A wonderful combination of desire to explore and abject fear of taxis kept me on my feet for most of the time I was awake. The languid protrusions from my legs could no longer be called feet by the time the day was done. They had been so beaten and worn by hours of looking for lodging that didn't cost as much as a taxi, that I had to sound the retreat from the great city of Paris (in local form *da-dum*) to the pleasant streets of Brussels.
For how much youth hostels are touted, I'm very surprised I didn't actually Google a few before I left. They are nowhere near anywhere I'd been. Only after I checked into the Hotel Continental (I was that tired) did I connect to the Internet and actually find some.
I can't wait to start enjoying myself tomorrow!
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