The week's big news is out... I've finally managed to book that train ticket to Barcelona. Well, it's a train ticket from Barcelona, actually, but it took one trip to the French railways booking office in Piccadilly, one chat with a techy guy there, another with a sales agent, and finally a trip home to do it.
Because I finally worked out my problem with the ticket-buying process first time around - the system sells you a bed on a sleeper train, but when it allocates you a place, the little icon next to it shows a picture of a man, er, sitting down. And it refers to your bed as a "seat". But apparently this is a bed, and I will find out if this is right on December 10. If it's not, I'll be in a bad mood on December 11. And in Paris.
Anyway, not even the proper sales agent with the proper SNCF booking computer could sell me a proper return ticket for an upstairs bunk on the dates I've wanted, so I gave up on that idea. Tonight, I got lucky on the return leg (£51.50), and more importantly, I managed to convince Eurostar that I was booking from Austria, so they've sold me a £27 single seat that's usually unavailable to UK visitors.
So Barcelona to London by train is costing me just £78.50 - twice the cost of my flight out (boo! hiss!) but at least I'll be able to come back with as many cheap Camper shoes as I like, and if the journey's rotten I can kip on the Eurostar (to St Pancras!) and crash out when I get home.
Now, get me a match ticket for the Nou Camp on the Sunday and I'll be a very happy man...
