Public Transport Trauma
Completely Underwhelmed writes, "I was on a bus the other day when a man got on wearing shorts, over what looked like greeny grey leggings. Then the stench hit me. The 'leggings' were a mass of open wounds, crusted with greenish solidified pus that flaked off in bits as he moved."
What's the worst public transport experience you've ever had?
( , Thu 29 May 2008, 15:13)
Completely Underwhelmed writes, "I was on a bus the other day when a man got on wearing shorts, over what looked like greeny grey leggings. Then the stench hit me. The 'leggings' were a mass of open wounds, crusted with greenish solidified pus that flaked off in bits as he moved."
What's the worst public transport experience you've ever had?
( , Thu 29 May 2008, 15:13)
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Twice in my life
I have been travel sick.
The first was when I was about 4 years old, on a bus with my mum, and I spewed my ring. She still recalls that day from time to time, but never for the next 30 or so years did travel sickness affect me, until a few years back.
I travel to Shetland quite frequently, for musical events, and much as I enjoy it there, it's not somewhere I want to spend time if there's nothing going on. So one time, when our flight home was cancelled due to fog, we had two options:
1 - wait until the following day, and hope to get a flight, or
2 - take the boat from Lerwick to Aberdeen.
Well, we all decided to take the boat, as at least we'd get home the following morning, rather than gambling on the weather. The rest of the band were grumbling about boats, and how they always ended up being sick because of the rocking motion.
I, on the other hand, was quite looking forward to it. "Oh aye, I like boats. I find the rocking motion quite relaxing", etc etc.
Bad mistake.
You know what's coming.
It wasn't really that rough, truth be told. I've been in a lot worse and felt fine. But 45 minutes into the 14 hour journey, a bit of a swell was getting up, and I was standing on deck speaking to my mate when I felt a bit off. Not nauseous at all, just a pain in the gut. "Hmm, I've got a bit of indigestion", thought I. Nothing to worry about.
5 minutes later I was staring at the contents of my stomach as they made their way into the sink in my cabin. Worse still, the 'diced carrot' had blocked the drain, so I had to squish it around with my finger to get it to go away.
I spent the rest of the night ill, in bed, not sleeping.
Whereas of course everyone else, who had been worried about being ill, was perfectly healthy.
I still have the piss taken out of me about this.
( , Tue 3 Jun 2008, 16:04, 1 reply)
I have been travel sick.
The first was when I was about 4 years old, on a bus with my mum, and I spewed my ring. She still recalls that day from time to time, but never for the next 30 or so years did travel sickness affect me, until a few years back.
I travel to Shetland quite frequently, for musical events, and much as I enjoy it there, it's not somewhere I want to spend time if there's nothing going on. So one time, when our flight home was cancelled due to fog, we had two options:
1 - wait until the following day, and hope to get a flight, or
2 - take the boat from Lerwick to Aberdeen.
Well, we all decided to take the boat, as at least we'd get home the following morning, rather than gambling on the weather. The rest of the band were grumbling about boats, and how they always ended up being sick because of the rocking motion.
I, on the other hand, was quite looking forward to it. "Oh aye, I like boats. I find the rocking motion quite relaxing", etc etc.
Bad mistake.
You know what's coming.
It wasn't really that rough, truth be told. I've been in a lot worse and felt fine. But 45 minutes into the 14 hour journey, a bit of a swell was getting up, and I was standing on deck speaking to my mate when I felt a bit off. Not nauseous at all, just a pain in the gut. "Hmm, I've got a bit of indigestion", thought I. Nothing to worry about.
5 minutes later I was staring at the contents of my stomach as they made their way into the sink in my cabin. Worse still, the 'diced carrot' had blocked the drain, so I had to squish it around with my finger to get it to go away.
I spent the rest of the night ill, in bed, not sleeping.
Whereas of course everyone else, who had been worried about being ill, was perfectly healthy.
I still have the piss taken out of me about this.
( , Tue 3 Jun 2008, 16:04, 1 reply)
North Sea crossings do tend to be "bumpy" I believe
my friend was visiting her parents and they were on the boat for 6 hours more than usual. It was so bad even the crew were going green around the gills.
( , Tue 3 Jun 2008, 18:42, closed)
my friend was visiting her parents and they were on the boat for 6 hours more than usual. It was so bad even the crew were going green around the gills.
( , Tue 3 Jun 2008, 18:42, closed)
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