I occasionally need to travel for business purposes, almost always outside of the UK. The usual means of travel is by plane. It’s quick, relatively convenient and usually the cheapest way to travel.
I don’t mind the travel as such but I am ever conscious of the carbon costs of flying and only do so when really necessary. When I do travel, I try to select the most direct routes to minimise the air miles. None of this stops me feeling a little guilty about the travel.
Last week I was in France at my company’s main development site and flew to Lyon airport. All was going well until I arrived at Lyon to fly back home and then I realised that traveling on Friday 13th was not such a good idea.
The fundamental problem was that my passport was not in my bag. I emptied my bags twice searching for it, phoned the hotel, went back and checked the hire car, phoned the office to ask the security guard to check the meeting rooms and checked lost property at the airport. No sign of my passport, or the leather wallet it usually resides in.
The airlines won’t let you board a flight into the UK without a passport under any circumstances, so I had to find another route.
It was “suggested” that there was a vague chance I could get on the Eurostar at Paris without a passport. Apparently they have consular staff at the terminal and sometimes they can help find a way to get home.
My only other option was to visit one of the British consulate offices in Marseille or Paris to get temporary paperwork, neither of which would be open until Monday morning. While Marseille may have been a nice place to spend the weekend I opted for Paris which allowed the possibility of either option.
Lyon Saint-Exupery airport has an associated train station which serves the TGV line to Paris, and for only €69 for around 300 miles it is great value. The train has two levels of seating, a bit like a double decker bus, is fast (up to 186mph and covering the distance in just 2 hours), comfortable and very popular with only a handful of empty seats.
For the bulk of the journey you’d be forgiven for thinking that France was almost entirely farms and woodland with just a few small villages. While this isn’t quite the case, it is much less densely populated than the UK and the route avoids passing through other cities. In fact it’s only once you get to the outskirts of Paris that you start to see any signs of a large city.
On arriving in Paris, a quick journey on the RER D got me across to Gare de Nord where Eurostar are based. At the ticket office they sent me to see a representative near check in, who would check if UK immigration would let me through or not. In fact that’s where we get to the fundamental difference between Eurostar and any other form of transport to the UK mainland.
Airlines that carry someone to the UK without proper documentation have to pay to fly them back to their point of origin and, I believe, are fined. This makes them very reluctant to carry someone without a passport.
However, for some reason that I can’t be bothered to research, the UK border control is in Paris, just 10 feet from the French border control. Which means that if UK immigration don’t let you through then it is a 10 foot walk and they’ve already got your money for the ticket, so they have little to lose.
At UK immigration I was taken to one side and asked to fill out a lost passport form while a supervisor went to check their database to see if I was who I say I am. Duly satisfied, they ushered me through and it was on to security control.
Bags had to be screened and I had to walk through a metal detector but it was not as strict as at an airport. No need to remove liquids, food, laptops or shoes and was quite quick as a result.
A quick jog to the train and I found the correct carriage/seat on the second attempt. When I booked, only business class was available, so it was a decent wide seat and I shared a 4-seat bay and table with a lady and her two young boys – both similar age to our children. They were tired but generally very well behaved.
Apart from business class, and the provision of a reasonable quality hot meal, the train was a little better than a normal UK intercity. While It was nowhere near as good as the TGV though, it did the job and a few hours later and I was in St Pancras station, where the Piccadilly line slowly took me to Heathrow to be able to pick up my car. Two hours later I was home in time to kiss the kids goodnight.
Overall, the journey was a couple of hours longer than an equivalent journey by plane taking into account all the security and check in times, with more changes and carrying of luggage. It felt much more relaxing though and I suspect the carbon footprint was much lower, with most of the power coming from nuclear. I can only wonder how much more use would be made of our railways if they were at the higher quality and lower price of the TGV.
Of course, the UK is generally much more densely populated than France and the idea of a non-stop 300 mile journey is unthinkable. As a result any fast railway system would either have limited value or would never get up to speed before having to slow down again for the next stop.
So it probably wouldn’t work here, but it was a great adventure. I’ll try not to repeat it though.


