An Aussie running across France

Finally i've made it to Nice, incredible saga so far, after walking the length and breadth of Changi Airport finally had a flight scheduled for 10AM, however as this was an extra flight they needed to request permission from flight control at Ho Chi Minh city, we spent four hours in a non air conditioned plane on the tarmac until they finally gave up and said we could not get it and would instead go via Manilla. This finally got us to Hong Kong airport at 7PM, once staff were found they told us to get into a queue and pointed to the far end of the airport, myself and two fellow Victorians going to Rome to join a tour went to that end, well as promised the airline did provide food (one bottle of water and two very light nini cake things !!). Finally after 4 hours we were half way in the queue but at last a stroke of luck the airline was looking for passengers for Paris, so i was plucked out and put on a midnight (and very empty flight), very tasty curry and a Heineken beer was the dinner ( at midnight menu ?????), and with no one next to me i contorted my body over two seats and had a beautiful sleep waking with three hours to go. Thirteen hour flight meant we reached Paris at 6:30 AM local time, then the saga of sorting a new ticket as i was a day late. First out to terminal 2F about a mile away and then Air France about 3 hours later they had issued me a new ticket for 6:15 PM, so 10 hours to kill !. Bus into Paris (Roissybus $8.50) and then grabbing a tourist map walked for hours (unfortunately having read it upside down got it all totally wrong which i should have realised when i could not find the Arc D'Triomphe, not worried as i will spend a few days there later and was just great to get out of airports. Back to the airport at 4 and then the hottest terminal i've ever been in, glass roof on 2F meant it was like a hothouse and was very happy to board at 5:45 meal was one sweet biscuit and a glass of juice (no expense spared) flight was full and i couldn't believe seat in front had one woman with fluffy yappy lapdog and other with young child who screamed his head off when dog yapped, 90 minutes later torture by sound (but glorious scenery !) finished. Half an hour later still at airport filling in forms for lost luggage (all my running gear), and then 9PM bus into Nice and Hotel, you guessed it i got lost, finally make hotel at 10:30 (shame 2 little single beds in room but very nice and sleep).
Lovely nights sleep and not a bit of jetlag and up at 7:30 for free breakfast (what more can i say than i had 2 bananas as well) ate enough for two and then a shower at last. The lost luggage mob gave us a toiletries bag at least however a three day growth and a less than solid razor meant i am now moustacheless (would look stupid with 2/3 mo) hope that doesn't worry people when i use passport. Lovely day 26 degrees expected and lovely blue skies, now all i need is luggage, can't believe the French have non "qwerty" keyboards but now i feel used to it. At least i have my Stones tickets with me and Euros and cards for clothes (but camera in luggage so no pics yet), au revoir till the next time.