This summer I went on a two week long excursion throughout Europe with my family. We hit four different countries and eight cities in just 14 days. When it comes to my family, something always goes wrong on our many adventures. This story I’m about to tell is just one of the many stories that are worth telling about our European adventure. This also might teach you how to not miss your train from London to Paris.
We arrived in London on Monday, July 5th, at around 3:00 pm. We didn’t even have two days to spend in London so the first thing we did was the London Eye after a solid four hours of sleep. Luckily, we spent all of Tuesday in London and hit just about everything (well, the touristy stuff at least). We took a double decker bus tour, saw the Tower of London, went to Buckingham palace, went to Madame Tussauds, and saw a production of The Lion King. You may notice that a very important London must do was not accomplished. We still hadn’t gone to Westminster Abbey.
Due to our crunch for time, we weren’t able to make it to Westminster Abbey on our full day in London, but the next day, our train for Paris didn’t leave until around 11:30. We got up early that morning and took the tube to Westminster Abbey. Here’s a little tip for people who haven’t mastered the tube, don’t use it during rush hour.
When we used the tube to go to Westminster Abbey it was also the time that everyone was going to work and let me tell you, those trains are packed. You have to push your way onto them and those locals have mastered the art of getting on the tube and pushing everyone out the way, something I struggle at.
Finally, we managed to push our way through the crowds and onto the train, my little brother getting on first. Suddenly the doors slam shut right in front of the rest of my family and leaves with my little, 13 year old brother stuck inside, all alone. I’ll admit, my family definitely laughed as he looked through the window at us in distress before we mouthed to him the place where he had to get off the tube.
After that memorable event, we finally made it to Westminster Abbey and it was absolutely stunning. Here’s where it all goes downhill. Earlier that morning, my grandpa, who scheduled the entire trip, told us that we needed to check out of our hotel at 11:00. We made it back to our hotel, the St. Pancras hotel, right on time to check out. Then, we hear some family members calling our name and rushing toward us, looking distressed. It turns out, the times got mixed up and we were actually supposed to board our Train at 11:00.
Luckily, the St. Pancras hotel is literally at Kings Cross station so we didn’t have too far to go. Now you can imagine a family of about 15 people sprinting through the train station with loads of bags and extremely panicked faces. In the end, we weren’t the only ones running this late and we did end up making our train.
If you ever take the train out of Kings Cross station, please double check when you need to be on that train. From what we saw, most people board a bit before they need to, but better safe than sorry. Just don’t make the same mistake we did, otherwise you’ll catch yourself in a situation where other people are staring at you as you sprint through the train station. Trust me, you don’t want to look like that kind of tourist.