Paris 2009. The second (and final) installment.

The saga continues despite what seems like an eternity since we arrived back in Scotland.

It appears Wifi hasn’t arrived on the North Sea ferries leaving Zebrugge and internet access in the hotel was still “en panne” (out of order!)

Anyway, enough excuses….


What did we get up to on arrival in Rotterdam?

A long bus trip through the Netherlands lay ahead as we pushed for the border with Belgium.  Assisted by DJ Cruickshank and his CD of ‘cheezy choons’, the journey seemed a lot quicker.

A quick toilet stop near Antwerp – pupils piled out and descended on the cafe. Waffles, continental coffee, cheeses, all manner of continental food were ignored for a slice of the familiar – fresh pizza and coke!

Back on the coach and off again!

Spirits rose as the signposts above the motorway changed – less Dutch and more French and finally, our first sign to Paris just as an ultrafast TGV shot past (NOT on the motorway, on the line parallel to the motorway!!)

Most are flagging now after early breakfast and pizza and coke and Haribo and Pringles and Haribo and ….

Sleepy boys and girls catch up on some sleep after another quiz from DJ Cruickshank’s and mair cheezy choons

Next stop, Stade de France.

We achieve our ‘goal’ and ‘pitch’ up at the stadium for our tour a little late but happy to finally be in Paris

An impressive sight awaits as we get a behind the scenes tour of the changing rooms used by the French World Cup Winners, complete with the (empty!) baths. Only on the continent would you find hair dryers in the mens changing rooms!

Out on the pitchside, we give a stirring shout of “Freedom” which seems to echo forever around the stadium.

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Next stop, dinner at Flunch, but first Yorkie has to get us into Paris City centre. Driving in Paris is not for the faint hearted. Fortunately we were bigger and Yorkie held his own among the traffic.

Flunch beckons…

Great choice of food, (almost!) everyone happy with the choices. A few folk are adventurous and try a bit of steak but promptly seek out Mrs Fitzpatrick to return the meat “coz it’s bleeding”.

Notre Dame awaits.

Well fed and getting a little bit tired, we all walk down to Notre Dame Cathedral. The trinket sellers are out in force and the first of many souvenirs are purchased – six Eiffel tower key rings for 2 Euros! A bargain!

After a quick pose in the evening sunshine outside this imposing building we pick up the coach and head for the hotel.

A superb ending to a full day.


Up a little later than we intended for breakfast amid shouts of “What, nae fry up?”, we fill up with fresh bread, jam, butter and croissants and a welcome coffee and hot chocolate.

We head back into Paris through the morning traffic to the Montparnasse tower for some stunning views of Paris. Preston Lodge goes up in the world (56 floors in 36 seconds to be precise!)

We stop for a few pictures on top of the tallest building in Paris city and a coffee (luvvly!) as well as Mr Cruickshank’s mid-morning pastry.

Next stop L’arc de Triomphe and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier as well as a saunter down the Champs Elysees for a bite to eat.

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The big one… PL descend on Euro Disney.

Minnie Mouse ears ahoy!!

I think the staff have just finished cleaning Space Mountain. Other passengers have been offered counselling after Mrs Fitzpatrick’s oubursts on the ride after the lads convinced her to accompany them. “C’mon Miss, it’s quite a gentle ride” How cruel!

A quick soaking with Mr Kiernan’s ‘Equaliser’ water pistol for those late back to the coach  and it’s back to the hotel.


Back on the coach for our journey to Zeebrugge via a chocolate factory and a quick stopover in Bruge to soak up the cafe culture in the town square. What ever did happen to the free chocolates we were given?

Thursday night

Ferry back to Hull.

Party over!

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Many thanks to the staff and for the pupils especially for making this such a memorable experience.

You are all awesome!

From Mrs Hunter, Mrs Nanson, Mrs Fitzpatrick, Mr Cruickshank and Mr Kiernan.

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