its grim oop north
I was about 9 or 10 and made a school trip for a week in t'sunny north. Arrived at our hotel, which I had to share with a mate of mine (fortunately) as it only had a single bed so I ended up sleeping at the end curled up like a cat. After being left to unpack before tea I blew tomato chunks all over teh bed (I used to get really bad uncrollable bouts of vomiting from travel sickness) so we both had to sleep in a stinky room on the cold floor like a couple of pikey squatters. nice first day.

On the whole the trip was quite good fun, one guy nearly fell into a ravine after a downpour had left the (less than safe) footpath slippery and was only hauled up because we were dawdling at the back, the teachers and guides had walked off....and didnt believe us when we told them what had happened...pah.

Midweek we went out onto the "beach", a loose use of the term as I though black sand was only prevelant in volcanic areas (maybe im wrong, I dont care), we legged it out into seamingly endless sands until the same lad that nearly died a few days before got stuck in quicksand...something else I thought (wrongly) was native to warmer climates, he was pulled out, he only got down to his knees and all seemed so surreal we didnt make much of it, but we did all get punished and had to stay with the teachers for the rest of the trip, probably for our safety more than anything else.

Ah bollocks, I always end up waffling, like anyone cares.

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BTW - the school never went back there.
(Smellyape liking http://www.b3ta.com/bpma/, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 14:44, Reply)