A Girl Walks Into A Bus Station In Caen

 …and starts blogging. Get it?

Anyway, all is well and good. I’m waiting for the bus that will take me to the ferry that will hopefully take me to England. I had a nice morning walking around Caen, but I think I’m ready to not carry this backpack around for a little while. I enjoyed the town, regardless of the forty pounds of nonsense on my back. I wandered around a very beautiful church, ate some fromage on a park bench and got to watch a demonstration (those pesky train folks again) from afar. Then I sat in a train station and ate some yogurt while a French hobo talked to himself behind me, but he kind of gave up when he realized no one was listening and wandered off.

You can’t actually get on the internet in the station unless you’re a Neufbox (French Internet provider) member, so by the time this goes up I’ll probably be in England. I managed to find a hotspot (4 euros an hour, but worth it, I think) in Caen, but who knows when I’ll find another. I guess I’ll have to start going to cafes.

I’ll finish this post once I find some internet, at which time more interesting things will have happened. Hopefully.

And here we are, in an internet café in Portsmouth. All is good; I’ve decided I’m tired and need a break from trains so I’m going to hang out here for the next couple days. I’m staying at the Ferryman guest house; hopefully I’ll be able to afford it. My debit card has so far been frightfully disappointing. I was trying to avoid currency exchanges, but frankly ATM’s are not much better. I might have to swap some euros soon.

So, other than the debit card, everything’s going well. I don't think I'll be going to Plymouth on this trip; I'm just too tired. But who knows; maybe after some sleep I'll head out that way.