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The Eurostar Train

The starting point of this adventure: St Pancras, or Pancreas.

Met Dan with identically huge and heavy well packed bags outside Costa Coffee at around 0800. Went to board the Eurostar, loaded our bags onto a security scanner only to be flagged up a dodgy. It seemed something in Dan’s bag was contraband. After a bit on confusion it seemed as our bags were seemingly identical both bags would need to be searched in the interest of security. I wonder how many ridiculous things are carried out under the banner of Health and Safety?

So bags were laid out whilst we had to stand and watch someone painstakingly unpack what seemed to be more that could ever fit back into the bag into the table and into various boxes to be screened, scanned and otherwise tested. After thirty minutes and a lot of mumblings about ‘what a lot of stuff’ it became clear that the problem was the camping gas cylinder which i had in my bag. Dan’s bag didn’t need to be searched at all. Unfortunately they also found my penknife during this search which was up-apologetically thrown into a perspex bin right in front of me. Shame. With 3 minutes to spare we ran from customs and onto the Eurostar!

Next Stop Paris!