To understand this post, you’ll have to go through my 1st boring post “My trip to Paris Pt 1 - At KLIA Airport”, “My trip to Paris Pt 2 - Touchdown Paris”, “My trip to Paris Pt 2.5 - Touchdown Paris”, “My trip to Paris Pt 3 - Grevin’s and Paris Central” , “My trip to Paris Pt 3.5 - Grevin’s and Paris Central“, “My trip to Paris Pt 3.5.5 - Grevin’s and Paris Central“, “My trip to Paris Pt 4 - Louvre”, “My trip to Paris Pt 4.5 - Louvre” & “My trip to Paris Pt 5 - Montmartre”

21st January 2007

Woke up early at 7am, brushed my teeth and dressed up for an early breakfast with Sogua. After walking down to the lobby, we only realized that Parisians don’t wake up so early! Especially when its on a Sunday morning! Disappointed that my trip wouldn’t end with a special French breakfast, we headed back to the usual coffeehouse to have my 7 Euros breakfast.

After breakfast, I mopped around the hotel room until my taxi came at approximately 9am. Found out my cabbie is from Mauritius. Taxi costs 40 Euros again (apparently, they mentioned that on Sundays taxi fares are more expensive so I imagine the jam on the day I arrive was quiet bad).

Actually, on the way to the airport, I was frightened by the cabbie when he asked me which airport I was heading to. Actually, he meant more of which TERMINAL I was heading to. Freaked me out for the first time since I wasn’t sure if the airport’s name was Charles de Gaulle or not. Then he asked for the terminal, I lagi shock. When the ticket didn’t state the terminal number, I was starting to panic. Luckily, he had this handbook which states which airline stops at which terminal so I only managed to find out that MAS goes to Terminal 1.

Upon reaching the airport, I breathe the last Parisian air before I go into the building. Boy, I’m going to miss the weather there. After checking in, I only found out that they did not allow water or spray stuffs to be bought in your handcarry. Luckily, I had none of that with me. My water bottle, I’ll just throw away.

After shopping for some chocolates and perfume for dad and myself (I finally bought something for me!!!), I waited for the airplane.

Finally, I’m heading back to KL. 11 hours of airplane. I forgot to tell the teller there that I needed a window aisle seat. Luckily, they still placed me in the aisle seat but at the center so I sat next to a restless guy for the next 11 hours.