Life without bus 4, bus 23, bus 44...
Well the tram will not be running to Alouette in May, and for yesterday and for today the buses have been on strike, too. But we still need to get places.
Yesterday morning Pat and I took the 8:45 train to Bordeaux. Our meeting started at 10 and we had a choice between arriving at 8h55 and being really early or at 9h55 and being a little late. We chose the early option giving us an hour to do a 10 minute tram journey, so we decided to stroll through parts of the city we'd never seen before, passing along roads where we've seen flats advertised, then going in the general direction of where we needed to be, through the more North African parts of the city.
It was great.
Our only frustration was a half-hour wait to get the train back to Pessac, which forced us, obviously, to get a coffee (well, OK, an ice-cream) at the station's MacDonalds.
Yesterday evening Catrin needed to get from one music school to the other. Normally I get the no 4 bus and pick up a pool car, returning the same way. Last night I used the train from Alouette-France to Pessac, a journey of some 4 minutes. The station Alouette-France is about 15 minutes walk from our house.
In the evening, both ways, the SNCF decided to shake us up a little. The train I was waiting for was announced on the indicator board. Then at the time it should have arrived the board switched to announce the next train. But mine had not come. Oh no! But it still arrived, just a few minutes late, and all was fine.
By the end of the day I had walked almost 12 kilometres, according to my phone, or 7.5 Miles.
Yesterday morning Pat and I took the 8:45 train to Bordeaux. Our meeting started at 10 and we had a choice between arriving at 8h55 and being really early or at 9h55 and being a little late. We chose the early option giving us an hour to do a 10 minute tram journey, so we decided to stroll through parts of the city we'd never seen before, passing along roads where we've seen flats advertised, then going in the general direction of where we needed to be, through the more North African parts of the city.
It was great.
Our only frustration was a half-hour wait to get the train back to Pessac, which forced us, obviously, to get a coffee (well, OK, an ice-cream) at the station's MacDonalds.
Yesterday evening Catrin needed to get from one music school to the other. Normally I get the no 4 bus and pick up a pool car, returning the same way. Last night I used the train from Alouette-France to Pessac, a journey of some 4 minutes. The station Alouette-France is about 15 minutes walk from our house.
In the evening, both ways, the SNCF decided to shake us up a little. The train I was waiting for was announced on the indicator board. Then at the time it should have arrived the board switched to announce the next train. But mine had not come. Oh no! But it still arrived, just a few minutes late, and all was fine.
By the end of the day I had walked almost 12 kilometres, according to my phone, or 7.5 Miles.
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