A Little Adventure...
Sunday, 5am: Return to my apartment after the G&S Society summer ball and after-party. Have breakfast, change out of tux etc etc etc
6:20am: Leave apartment, head to train station to catch a bus. Weird.
7:30am: Bus leaves. The Long and Winding Road by the Beatles plays on my MP3 as I leave Manchester for the last time (awwwww). Now, by this point (having not gone to sleep yet) I'm a little bit tired, so I set all 3 of the alarms on my phone so I don't miss my stop. Hurrah!
9am: First alarm goes off and I wake up. Hah! No problem. 20 more minutes and I'll be at my stop!
9:30am. I wake up.
9:31am: Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK.
9:35am: OK. The situation: I have missed my stop, waking up in a small bus depot in the Yorkshire countryside, about 5 miles away from where I wanted to end up. The driver was just about to leave when I stood up, to which he said "Fucking hell!" (and I thought "that's just what I was thinking!"). I wander outside and I'm pretty much in the middle of nowhere. But - aha! - there is a train station nearby and a helpful old man and his dog give me directions. Around the corner, up the hill, over the roundabout, left at the lights and I'm sorted!
9:40am: Around the corner; there are two hills. I'm in a fucking valley. I choose right, because it looks like there's a roundabout up ahead...
9:45am: Aha! A roundabout! I knew I was great!
10am: It appears that I'm not so great. Further attempts to get directions indicate that I'm nowhere near where I need to be. Damn you, old man!
10:20am. OK, back to the valley and up the other hill. And there's a roundabout! And the old man/dog! Back on the right track!
10:50am: Goddam this is taking a long time. The Long and Winding Road comes on again. For the second time today it takes on new meaning. However... Station Road! Promising!
11am: The rail station! And a train leaves in 10 minutes! Hurrah! Get ticket for Leeds, wait on platform.
11:10am: Train to Leeds is announced. Train arrives on opposite platform. I shit myself.
11:30am: OK, was not my train. Just the station playing tricks on me. Now at Leeds, and am crashing - sugar time.
11:35am: Machine took my money but the Snickers didn't come out. Attract quite a crowd by crying on the platform.
11:40am: Buy stupid amount of chocolate from human seller and all is well. Now to wait an hour for the train...
12:45pm: 2 hour train journey. Very tired now.
2:35pm: Arrrrive in P'teboro. Woozy. Yeah.
3:30pm: Tr'n to Ipswish! Nerly home!
5:30pm: Stagger into Mum's car. Home a little while after.
At least my last trip home from uni was the most interesting one. Was actually kinda funny, apart from the whole Snickers thing (that sucked). Anyway - back home, watching TV, using dial-up, seeing friends. This time in 2 weeks - hurrah!
3 Comments:
so, i'm passing off boston as your fault. apparently you fuck up trips by yourself and i happened to be the helpless one that got stuck in the middle of the boston fuck up. haha
saw jan last weekend when i was in california. scary stories around the campfire ended up being about my driving. sad thing is, he had 4 other trainees that backed him. damn it all.
miss you loads. remember to call when you land on u.s. soil!
hugs babe
Oh noooooooooohhhhh! But to add to this, and travelling in the UK in general, last September it took me longer to get from Gatwick to Nottingham by train than it took me (just before) to get from JFK to Gatwick.... and before that I had left Cali after no sleep because of sentimental goodbye party, got to Panama Ciudad, and then to JFK... but that train journey in the UK topped it off!! won't be missing THAT!!! (guess where I am going to be today in a week ;))
Hugs
Bee
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Connie, I maintain that Boston was a collaborative effort between two like-minded individuals 8)
Mind you, halfway through hiking through small Yorkshire towns I did happen to think "Damn this is getting complicated... Where's Connie?"
I think Bee also highlights an important point - long travels after an all-nighter are never a good idea. I've instructed my family to punch me in the back of the head if I try and pull that shit when I head to the States next...
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