The Ebbsfleet Eurostar Entry
So, while the rest of the Web 2.0 crowd are swanning to Paris from St Pancras with its champagne bar and swanky central London location, I’m waiting in a shed in Kent.
Yes, glorious, scenic Ebbsfleet marks the start of my journey and it’s, well, not bad, actually. The car parking is right by the station. The terminal itself has that straight-from-the-shop brand new smell and it’s really, really quiet. I have the entire departure lounge to myself, bar three pensioners and a copper. And, best of all, there’s a Caffe Nero, my favourite of the coffee shops.
So, I’m sat here, sipping a black Americano and tapping out this post on my iPhone (free WiFi with The Cloud on the O2 contract). It’s all rather civilised, actually.
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