Cambridge to Brussels

I walked from home to Cambridge station and then got a fast train to London and then walked to St Pancras.  My first visit.  Well, it is dramatic but it is also a little soulless and amazingly signs are in English only.  This is an important point that would haunt me later in the trip.  A very parochial view taken by British Rail (or whatever it is these days - it probably ought to be British Rail BTW.  The idea that some tickets are not vlid on some trains is ludicrous).

My notes describe St Pancras as cold and without cheer.  And that I was disappointed.

There was no in-seat power on the Eurostar so I couldn't charge my iPod that discharged without me using it on the way down, down to the fact that it was in my shoulder bag without the safety on.

I ate yet another sandwich and a pleasing glass of red.  On this trip I'm going to try and avoid (again looking at my notes) 'relatively dull, cold food'.  Again, this has portent as we will see later. 

Sitting at St Pancras (the place without soul) my spirits were not lifted and my adventure, despite being on the threshold of it, was not drawing me in.   I was apprehensive but with surprisingly little excitement firing me up.  I wasn't all that keen on being on my own at that particular point in time and I was slightly bemused as to what on earth I was doing.