We once thought our hiccups period was over. Well, well, turns out we were wrong. Things started smoothly as our parents drove us each to Pierre-Elliott Trudeau airport and we received some tacit advice from Emma’s mum - “Don’t smile at anyone!”
Nerves and excitement on board our first leg of the journey to Paris. Aucun sommeil et plusieurs heures de vols plus tard, we landed with a bang on the icy Charles-de-Gaulles runway – where we were about to experience one of the longest layover of our lives. We board our flight for Delhi and spent 2 hours at the gate before being informed that there were mechanical difficulties and our flight was rescheduled for 10pm. Chaos ensued – we choose to leave and have lunch and a café au lait in Paris, just steps away from the Louvre. Before taking the metro back to the airport, we stopped in Saint-Eustache’s church and we prayed that this wasn’t faith telling us to go home after all these hiccups. After going through customs and security for the umpteenth time, we learned that our flight was rescheduled – AGAIN! – for the next morning. During our 2-hours wait for the hotel shuttle bus, we questioned where to fly for Delhi or Montreal.As Winston Churchill said in more dier times: “Keep calm and carry on”.
Next morning, we leave an hour later than everybody else from our flight to the airport. In doing so, manage to beat them through security. Thanks to our knowledge of French! Before boarding, we made a bet as to what time our flight would take off. Emma optimistically said 9am and Steph, more realistically considering the French organizational skills, said 10.30am. The loser had to call Raqib Ali upon arrival – our taxi pickup.
12pm. – Turns out we were both wrong, mais on s’envole finalement pour Delhi.
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