Desperate TimesStranded in a hotel in an African war zone with no internet access for two weeks, I was forced to resort to desperate measures. Possessing only my passport and the clothes I stood up in; and the warning "You can catch it shaking hands with a vicar out there" ringing in my ears, I had to draw my own porn in order to preserve my sanity.
Alas, it all came out looking like Coronation Street's Audrey Roberts, but, as they say, any port in a storm.
What have you done in times of great desperation?
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 10:10)
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THANKSYour kind support has overwhelmed me!
I wish I had photographed it, but since it was back in 1997 I didn't have a digital camera and had I used my film camera I fear upon collecting my photos I'd have been confronted by a policeman a doctor or most likely a scientist keen on studying me.
The train WAS very good (Amtrak), the 30 day pass was $500 (£300 back then) and I made the most of it. The toilets were on the whole quite good, but on certain routes (especially the long haul ones) they suffered shall we say "more abuse"... Needless to say the worst was the route along the south (Los Angeles to Jacksonville Florida), maybe is was the Texas and New Orleans diets of spicy dishes...
If you're a sneaky backpacker you discover the first class carriages have showers but are separated from the cattle class by the restaurant car. So you check your timetable and find 2 stops approximately 30 minutes apart. Get off the train for a walk at first stop and board first class, go for a shower and at the next stop transfer back to cattle class.
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