Traffic in the UK meant I missed my scheduled 'sailing' So an hour and a half later than planned I boarded the train. All went smoothly until the Parisian suburbs where running low on fuel I followed my trusty TomTom to a petrol station on route (one of dozens nearby). Unfortunately I took it for granted the the Parisian garages would be of the 24 hour variety. No problem they have pumps that accept payment by card. Wrong! When my cards were rejected at all of the half dozen garages and my fuel range was registering 0 kms things were looking grim.
Should I continue to search for a garage hoping to find one where my cards would work but running the risk of running out of fuel (driving a diesel I would therefore require mechanical assistance to get on my way again as woe betide running a diesel engine dry). Or should I hole up for the night at a garage which would open in the morning. After around 10 failed garages I made my mind up that the next garage on the list would be make or break. If my cards did not work I would spend the night on the forecourt.
Thankfully the gods were smiling on me and my card was accepted and I could continue the final 10k to my now long overdue bed. It was now gone 2am and not wanting to make the original crack of dawn departure I had scheduled on so little sleep the chances of making Bertren early enough to get a ride in were looking slim.