Paris Part 1 - Magical Upset

It was a few months into returning to college after working full time for 3 years and it was the 1st real trip that was from college. The 2nd years had to plan a trip, so they decided to go to Disneyland Paris, they also chose to go in the winter because it had a better atmosphere there with all the snow. A few from my class wanted to go, but because there was a problem with handling the funding that the college received, it ended up being me as the only person from my class going (oh well, everyone is still new, so its more opportunity to get to know everyone). A tutor was talking about customer service in class a couple of weeks previous and Disneyland Paris popped up and her exact words were "Because Disneyland are charging huge amounts of money, they're customer service has to be top notch. As soon as you get off the bus, a welcome host is stood there with a big smile saying hello and welcome to Disneyland, they take your suitcases into the rooms, it makes me laugh because its so brilliant", this is something I would be keeping an eye out for.

A sleeping photo of Quinney on the coach

When we set off there, we had to set off at 4am, I wasn't impressed because I really am not a morning person. I know when I publish this onto FB, there are gonna be certain students in my college who are gonna mention this and yes, on the way to Paris, I cracked open a can of cider at 6am, it was a long trip and I didn't have any form of entertainment. We had to pick up another 2 colleges on the way, 1 of which felt like we were picking up a posh college. We had to keep ourselves preoccupied with Mario Karts on the DS's.

What we were staying in

After 16 hours of travelling across the UK, going on the Folkestone Eurotunnel and then travelling half way across France, we finally arrive in Disneyland. We get off the coach and the 1st thing that happens was our suitcases were slung off the coach. The welcome host came along with a face like thunder, introduced herself and said "We don't want a reason to have to talk to you, so don't give us 1" (charming, that tutor didn't join us on this trip, but I will be soon telling her when I go to her next customer service class). When I got to my room, it was alright, but the TV had limited channels all of which were children themed (this seems to be a bit of a theme whenever I got to a hotel). There wasn't even a fridge, so I filled up a sink full of cold water and i put my cans in there, tutor had a word about the alcohol and I offered him a can, he told me "I'm not drinking cider, its fucking sickly". Later that night we went to an African themed restaurant, where these BBQ spare ribs cost 20.10 euro, I was waiting around for the free nosh with that price, they don't mind charging us full wrap, but they do mind providing us half decent customer service (I know I sound like a right moaning so and so, but the price I was paying).