The 'F' Word

You would think the French, particularly those working in the tourist industry, would know where the airports in their country are located.
Right? WRONG!
Jem and I learnt the hard way on Wednesday.
Leaving our hostel, we asked the man at reception to direct us to Beauvais airport. He circled a couple of train stations on our map and we headed on our way. Little did we know that we were headed 20 stops in the wrong direction.
When we got to the destination this man had told us, we asked for further directions from three people working at the train station only to get three different answers. Finally we found an information desk, but unfortunately we discovered we had only two hours to make it to the airport and three trains (about 20 stops) to catch!
Turns out the station we needed to get to was one, that's right, one stop from our hostel. Let's just say Friends Hostel in Barbes won't be getting a good review!
Anyway, we finally got to the station we needed to and had to catch a train through the countryside. It was an hour long journey, a race against time, and one that we unfortunately did not win.
When we arrived at Beauvais airport there were no taxis in the rank. We had to wait 20 minutes and MISSED our flight to Sweden.
That cost us 75 euro and an overnight stay in Beavauis.
Needless to say, the F word was said a few times that afternoon.