Disneyland!

We arrived at the Eurostar station at Disneyland, and our first battle was to find our way to the hotel. Armed with the instructions from the hotel website, and my trusty printed Google map, we thought we'd be pretty set. To make sure, I asked a customer service guy which bus to get onto. Well, that wasn't as useful as it seemed. We found the right bus stop for the bus he'd told us, but it didn't appear to be useful in getting us to the hotel. Instead of wasting a good half a day trying to figure that out, we decided to cab it the first time, and we could figure it out after that.

Again, not as useful as it seemed. We waited in the taxi queue for one to drive up and over the gutter to get to us (not kidding), and jumped in. We hadn't even gotten past the bus stop when he stopped and asked for directions - first clue that we might have made a mistake getting this driver. He was honked at by several other cabs, so he drove off, seemingly in the right direction. WRONG! He dropped us off at another hotel, in the middle of nowhere, and charged us 12 euro for the privilege.

Realising that he was useless, we went inside and asked about where we were and how to get where we needed to be. The lady there knew where we were supposed to be, and she was in the middle of ringing the cab company that they always use, when another woman came out and told us that she would drop us off in their courtesy coach. It was great - didn't cost us anything, and dropped at the door. By this point we were wondering about why the French have their reputation!