Well, it's half past midnight and I'm where I've often been at this time; face to glowing face with my laptop, tapping keys feverishly but with nothing really to say.
As with a few places on our journey, Calais is a stop, rather than a destination. There's not a whole lot going on here, no matter how much they try to convince you otherwise with second-rate hip-hop concerts in the centre of the formerly fortified citadel.
We checked in to the hotel, had a walk 'round for a bit, saw the limited sights and came back to the glorified doss-house that has the gall to call itself "hotel". Fin.
I shouldn't be so harsh but a note for any hoteliers reading: if you do not give me a kettle, I can't make myself a brew and then I'm afraid I can not be held responsible for my actions.
Anyway, it's all eyes on Paris, really. Calais has it's own Notre-Dame and in fairness it is an impressive-looking building but when we're going to see the famous one - the "real thing" - tomorrow, it's hard to care, to be honest. Calais also has a fascinating history, none of which I have remembered due to a near-terminal caffeine deficiency.
In conclusion: I do encourage you to come to Calais. If you can get here by 7am local time, please bring a kettle and two mugs.
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I told you this wasn't going to be like other travel blogs
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