20 Days of Solo Travel in Europe: Starting from England

Author: Jialu
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Publish Date: 2006-01-01
Features: If you want to travel to Europe, what do you need to prepare beforehand? What is the best way to travel? Which countries do you want to visit? How to have fun? Have you thought it all through? This self-guided travel guide will teach you to become a true backpacker, starting from England and exploring the most beautiful places in the world: London—Paris—Marseille—Monaco—Rome—Florence. Such a journey is a deep breath in life; no matter how hard it is, it's worth it. Two more people were mentioned. When I entered the cabin, I was still foolishly looking for my seat number, and at that moment, someone stood up and let an elderly gentleman in front of me take the window seat. I was even more flustered, and the person said, "If you're willing, you can sit here too." After saying "Thank you," I quickly slid into the middle seat. Even after sitting down, I asked, "Why isn't anyone sitting in this seat?" The person told me that this type of plane doesn't follow seat numbers. It was really embarrassing. The plane took off, and the person took out a book from their bag, which was for learning to read, and it was actually huge Chinese characters! It was a bit like the red-lined practice books I used to use when I was a child. "Are you learning Chinese?" To express my gratitude, I greeted him, and of course, I was also quite curious. That way, I met this American named Kevin, who is a teacher at Georgia University in the United States. He stayed in Taiwan for two months and developed a strong interest in Chinese culture ever since. He mentioned Laozi and expressed great admiration for him. Coincidentally, our research fields were both in media, so the result was that an hour of flight flew by in conversation. I guessed the elderly gentleman next to me must have been very annoyed, but it couldn't be blamed on me. I'm not good at communicating with strangers and usually stay silent the whole way—it was Kevin who was too talkative. Around 3:30 PM on the 16th, the plane finally landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. When the flight attendant announced the time, I was still wondering why two hours passed so quickly? Later, I realized that we had actually only flown for an hour. There is an hour time difference between the UK and these European countries, so when we arrived here, we had to set our watches forward by one hour. This airport isn't very big. I quickly got my checked luggage. Kevin had only a small bag but was pushing a cart. I laughed at him, "Do you need a cart for such little luggage? Is it because the cart is free?" P4