On to Paris

Not the most attractive photo of myself but oh well. Greg got tired of me taking photos of him when he's asleep and my reasoning, "but you look so cute." , just doesn't cut it with him. So this is his revenge.

Anyway, I am certainly coming to appreciate trains. Especially the T.G.V. We left Belgium and arrived in Paris in a little over an hour. As you can see, the early mornings and late nights were taking a bit of a toll on us.

We met some Aussies on the train who were incredibly Australian. As in they sounded like they were off some "Our World" programm on Aussies. It's funny how, when you're in NZ, the Aussies are a bunch of 'blighters";but when you're a long way away from home, the Aussies almost feel like our "cuzzies from across the Tasman".