I made it to Paris, despite the best efforts of the Spanish. I had to take a taxi from Irun(Spain) to Hendeya (France) in order to catch the 23:15 train to Paris. On the train I managed to have a decent conversation with a guy who spoke only French. I told him about running with the bulls and he told me about getting to Gare du Nord to head for Norway

   I arrived this morning, feeling like a victim of a cruel sleep deprivation experiment. I got my way to Gare du Nord and book a ticket on tonight's train to Copenhagen. Seeing as it doesn't leave until 9pm tonight I have time to waste and took a bus to the Eiffel Tower. On the way I saw the huge seating arrangements for Bastille Day (July 14th) and it has got me thinking about staying. I am going to contact my french penfriend and see if they want to meet up, then organise a place to stay, then cancel the train ticket. I can do Norway next week.