longest trip ever

There is a long cue of planes waiting to leave JFK airport and weleaveabout an hour late. This little boy laughs and smiles as the plane accelerated and lifted off. We get to the london airport and our plane is already an hour late. The plane stops in the middle of the field where a bus has to come and take us off in two trips. We almost make it to the first bus but it fills up just as we get there. At this point I’m worried about several things. One, we will miss our bus to paris. Two, danielle will miss the bus to paris. Three, customs will figure out we are a band and send one or all of us back home. we finally get on the bus shuttel and this little girl pukes on the floor. We were offered chicken and rice or beef and vegetables on the flight. I think she had the chicken and rice. The escalators and speedwalkways are all broken down and we see graffitti on the walls of the airport. There is a huge line at the check in gate. WHile in line I hear this guy complaining to his travelling companion. “what I don’t understand is why I got 1.4 mill while you got 1.6 mill.” when the other guy denys this he says, “don’t lie I saw the reciept!”. they check our passports and ask us a few questions. Micah gets asked why he’s taking the bus instead of the train. He answers, because it’s cheaper. oh, by the way, order your train tickets at least a week in advance. It gets way more expensive the last five days before you leave. We get to the bus station and daniell magicaly appears just as I’m about to go looking for her. Whew! The bus ride is 10 hours long. Longer then the plane ride. Our driver gets loston the way to the chunnel. Unfortunatly he doen’t speak french or english. They have to shut down all ten lanes of this toll road to let us pull a U-turn to get to the chunnel. The chunnel entrance is right by the cliffs of dover. We get in this special car for buses. And the train takes us across. Danielle had fantasized about traveling through a glass tunnel at the bottom of the channel with fish swimming aroung. Our experience was much more Tron, then The Little Mermaid. Oh well. We drive through the french country side to paris where our host and traveling companion morgan finds us trying to work the ticket machine in the subway station. Morgan takes us through the maze of exits to Erwan’s apartment right by the place d’republique. We climb 8 flights of worn stars to erwan’s home. Erwan and Morgan run waterhouse records and released euro versions of all of the june madrona albums. They set up the french part of the tour and did all of the press for it. totally amazing. We hang out and eat some pasta then pass the fuck out.