Aly in DisneyLand
Not a bad title, eh? That's 'cos I've just been to DisneyLand you see. The one in Paris that is, not the one in California, or the one in Florida. I actually think one of them is called Disney World just to distinguish it, but I don't care.
I was going to save another title for something else, but will use it now since it was pretty funny, although only to me.
Aly shoes the plooky lass
I think you might need to be Scottish, or even a weedgie to get that, but trust me, it's funny.

Anyway, on with the show.

I flew with Ryan Air for a reasonable sum to a place called Beauvais, which is quite a bit outside Paris. I was prepared for this though, and had booked a car, which I'd upgraded to the next level. So, I got there and picked up a "yellow" Peugeot 307 Turbo Diesel, which was a neat car. Oh, "yellow" is in quotes because it's French for green. I say that because the guy sent me round to the car park to get the "yellow" one, you can guess the rest.
So, proceeded to kick the arse out the 307 down the PPV roads to an IBIS hotel just outside EuroDisney. After traveling back and forth along the length of the motorway I spotted an IBIS hotel so jumped off at that exit and went to the hotel, which was the wrong one. It was nice though, and had an outdoor heated pool, so we cancelled our reservation and checked in. (Ha, good deal of £60 for two nights in other hotel due to internet last minute deal lost then).
Did the Disney thing for a couple of days. It was weird, we'd get a thunderstorm, it'd batter down with rain for 10 minutes, then dry out immediately. (I'll tell you though, the sight of Pluto sprinting down the street trying to get out of the rain will stay with me for a long time).
So, did some fast loopy things, some slow mechanical things and spent a bundle on shit food.

Headed down to Provins next, booked into a Formula 1 hotel, for the novelty factor. You just go up, insert credit card, select room type and get a receipt with a code number to get into the room. Cool stuff. Went to room, logged in, opened door, seen there was no bathroom, walked out, went and booked in to another place. Got a chalet in some campsite so the young one could run around and play. Got some really nice weather then next couple of days, and plenty to do here. Oh and Provins was really cool. A little medieval town with lots of cobbled streets, and all that nonsense. Recommended.

Had to head back for the flight on Monday, stopped off at some massive mall outside Disney Land and hung out there for a while before heading north. I'd memorized the route due to gf's complete ineptness with a map. Headed up the A1, all you do is head for Amiens. After an awfully long time, decided to stop and check the map. Ah, you should come off the A1 onto the A16, ooops. Figured out we were an incredible distance from where we were meant to be. Had to drive another hour or so and pretty impressive speeds (190kph, not bad for a wee car) to get to the airport, fudflaps*

*A Dom invention from today, had to be used.

Any road up. That'll do for that. Don't ask about my holiday, that was it.

I'll try and get something slight less tedious for next time.