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Not really 'it was a great holiday, but . . . ', more 'it was a crap holiday, because . . . ':

It was some school outdoorsy nonsense in the rainy wasteland of Scotland. We were climbing Scottish mountains, which was crap in itself. It rained the entire time and my boots fell apart, leaving me stranded behind everyone else, an unwelcome reminder of school sports which I had by this time escaped.

However, the main problem of the trip was our shit accomodation. It was total crap in every possible way. Reconverted from an old barn, it featured a bizarre sleeping structure on one wall - a sort of 3x3 wooden grid thing with mattresses in it. There were too few mattresses for it to be 1 person per mattress, and the few pillows were damp and infested with mould. Each day began with a bowl of porridge so salty and horrible I almost vomited right there. I had to PAY to take a shower, which was cold and taken behind a falling-off door in a draughty cold outbuilding, necessitating an arctic near-naked run through wet grass and pointy gravel. Worst of all, though, it was powered by a generator that was turned off at 10 each night.

This meant that when I woke up at 4am one night to take a dump, I had to climp down a splintery ladder from the wooden grid thingy, walk into the bog corridor, and have a crap using only the light on my watch (urban light pollution is clearly not without its advantages). I can't remember the name of the hostel/hovel in question, and so am unable to expose it here, but you know who you are. The bacon was nice though.

Only here can I apologise for length.
(Radio Free iPods "Fickt nicht mit dem Raketenmensch!", Thu 21 Apr 2005, 21:52, Reply)