So here we are at St Pancras station in London waiting to go check in for our Eurostar train to Paris. Of course, first port of call was the Pret a Manger in the station where we could top up on scrummy sandwiches, Coke made from real sugar and a lovely Capuccino after a long flight and dubious plane food.
The trip has been uneventful so far - that is if you ignore the fact that the underground system has been shut down for the weekend, that they have moved the Eurostar terminal from Waterloo Station to St Pancras, and that the flight from Denver was so severaly oversold that they were requesting people transfer to a British Airways flight with the offer of $400 per passenger flight credits. If it wasn't for the specific seat selections we had made - these boys have long legs! -and the need to ensure we got to London in time to get to the train we would have been tempted to do it.
Anyway, so far so good. The boys were happy with their gift of some decent headphones for their iPods and I am sure they will be delighted with their upcoming surprise of First Class seats on Eurostar that they will be finding out about in just a few minutes time.
More from gay (that is, the traditional gay - as in happy) Paris.
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