I once went on an unintentional adventure to Wales...
One weekend during secondary school my friend Katy and I embarked upon a wild and dangerous adventure to see Hi5. Yes, the Asutralian bunch who sing and do dances for children. She was mad, I was adventure hungry.

We packed up, sorted out the car, printed out the maps and direct travel instructions, got in and off we drove! We stopped in a little English village she knew for some sweets and I bought a funny sheep toy which we decided was our mascot then on we carried to the distant Travel Lodge Inn, or whatever it was. The purple one.

We both trundled in, her in her driving slippers, to be told we were near but at the wrong one. Cutting it close, off we toddled to the right one. We unloaded the bags, I picked bits of popcorn out my top (I had been eating a giant bucket I had picked up in a petrol station), and we carried on to the concert.

Now, if there hadn't been some sort of triangular roundabout I reckon we'd have been fine. However, as it was, this did not bode well for us and we ended up lost. Driving through a huuuuge tunnel we came to stop outside a shop, where I phoned my mum for advice.

"Hah, knowing you two you've probably ended up in Wales!"

I laughed. Katy laughed. My boyfriend who phoned after laughed. Then we checked the maps. Damn.

So off we toddled back to Liverpool, through the tole bridge and ginormous tunnel, to find that damned parking area so we could rush in rather late and catch the end of the show. Katy had cut up her good hand bag to secretly film this, so she was particularly peeved.

Five hours later we arrive back at the Travel Lodge Inn. Had we made the concert? Had we found the parking area? Had we got lost in Liverpool for the whole five hours only to drive past the concert hall to see the stage hands packing up the boxes from the show we paid for and missed?

That wasn't the end of it, though! For the next two hours we drove about trying to find somewhere, anywhere, to eat. Unlucky us, we had travelled on a bank holiday and everywhere but the local dodgey chippy was shut. And so it was we were to be found tired and smelly, eating chips so greasy they almost told us "it wasn't fair!" and watching The Matrix in a small, scruffy room.

It cost us a fortune!! From petrol, to pocorn, to awful chips, the room fee and tole fairs. To top it all, that was Katy's birthday. We both agreed, having arrived back home the next day, that if we had the chance to do it again... we definitely would! It may have cost a bomb but it was a hell of a lot of fun and a nice little adventure indeed.
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Wed 19 May 2010, 19:19, 1 reply)

I laughed the first time I read this,
and I'm laughing again now *clicks*
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Wed 19 May 2010, 19:49, closed)