This was a big travel day; we woke up in London and checked into our hostel in Bayeux, France around 8pm. If we weren't seasoned travelers by this point, the close calls this day would have been unnerving. We took the first train to Dover and then the first ferry to Calais. We had reservations for the TGV to Paris, but the ferry would get there too late. When we made it to France -- and after waiting for the bus to the train station -- we realized that trains in Calais are pretty rare. We had an hour or so wait until the next train to Paris, and it was by no means an express train. Once in Paris, we quickly made our way to the ticket booth and bought reservations on the TGV to Normandie. We were planning to stay in a different town, but Eric talked to someone on the train who said Bayeux was a nicer place, and John's hostel guide said the hostel there had more than 100 beds, so we figured there had to be enough for us. Once in town, we had a hard time finding the hostel, but we ran into some girls who asked a passing ambulance for directions. The lady operating the hostel didn't speak English, but I knew enough French to tell her how many people we had. About half an hour after we arrived the hostel closed for the night. Pretty much everything was closed this quiet evening, but we found the California Cafe, which was still open and served nice shakes.