So finally night came around, and so did the train to go to Paris. Our compartments were teeny and uncomfortable...but oh it got worse, much worse.......(if you get easily queasy you better skip this part).
I woke up in the middle of the night feeling like i was about to vomit, but i was eventually able to calm myself down and get back to sleep. We arrived in paris at about 6 a.m., when we found out that 3 or 4 of the guys in the compartment next to us had been throwing up all night long. Some had missed around the toiled on the train. While I was out in the hall getting ready to get off the train, another guy walked out in the hall struggling to pull down the window, but he couldn't do it in time so he barfed all over the window and onto the floor. We all got off the train as quickly as possible, and as we were gathering out on the platform more guys continued to run to the side of the tracks and puke. We made it to the bus and were heading to breakfast, when we had to keep the doors of the bus open so one guy could puke out the bus as we were heading through the streets of paris. Finally we made it to the restaurant for breakfast, and more and more people kept filing outside to sit in the fresh air. The rest of us were getting extremely nervous, wondering who was next. We were supposed to go on a bus tour because we couldn't check into the hotel until AFTER DINNER. So our tour guide called the hotel and they were able to get two rooms ready for the sick people. At this point 2 girls, and 6 boys including one of my teachers were sick, so they made it into the hotel. That afternoon we went to the Louvre, and then out to dinner. More people got sick and started puking. At this point about half of the group was sick. It was crazy.
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