bus parties and austrian bra poetry
one field trip, i think we were staying in wales, the pervy bus drivers took something of a shine to my mate, and so bought us both booze and weed and we all got nicely
hammerred on the bus once the pub eventually kicked us out, something slightly odd about walking down a stationary bus to use the loo when you're so trollied the bus seems like its actually moving. also *redecorated* the toilet the following morning when the bus driver decided, noticing my hangover, to helpfully go round all those lovely welsh corners at 60 miles an hour..... well, vomiting is its own revenge

another trip, this time a geography one to the austrian alps, a fun filled week of playing on glaciers and surviving on sausages, rather dubious ball shaped things which were apparantly dumplings (the chefs gave us funny looks when we put the pudding balls on the same plate as the first course balls, but i dont see how we were supposed to tell) and various other foodstuffs drenched in vinegar. A week of serious hazzards involving scree slopes and crevasses and slippery icepacks, in which the only injury was inevitably someone falling up the stairs trying to carry too many beers.....
anyway one night they put on some entertainment for us, which involved a man reciting austrian poetry whilst throwing bras around, followed by some even more dubious music
(skankgirl, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 19:28, Reply)