Barcelona!
The most memorable trip ever was the year 11 trip to Barcelona, in an attempt by the language department to improve our Spanish speaking skills. I've mentioned said trip before and here are some more occurances from that magical week.

First day at the hotel, we had to wait for an hour and a half before we could move in, as there were rumours of a gas leak in the building. Cue the most paranoid of the three fellers I was sharing with insisting he could smell gas when we got to our room. To shut him up I strode over to the free matchbook and with an announcement of "Let's check for gas, shall we?" proceeded to strike one. Our fearful friend nearly shat himself, and practically launched himself, bodyguard-style at me. I merely laughed and blew the tiny, utterly non-lethal flame out with a calm utterance of "There we go. Perfectly safe."

Later that day I was standing on the bed by the window to get a better view, and decided to get back to my bed, on the other side of the room, by jumping from one to the other across the room. The middle beds were fine, nicely bouncy, but landing on mine I was greeted by an almighty crack and we discovered that whilst the middle two beds had springs, the outer two were supported by wooden slats, one of which I had just snapped in two. I tucked the splintered bits of wood under the matress further down, and spent the rest of the trip hiding the fact that my bed now sagged in the middle.

By far the best event however was when the teachers decided to leave the entire crowd of us on the beach while they buggered off to the pub. As you would expect, disaster struck when we buried the gas-fearing member of our group (known to us as Coleman) up to his neck. Which was all well and good, until another mate (who we shall call Ed, it being his name) threw sand into his face. Coleman shot up like a flash, and stormed around in an angry rage for the next half hour trying to enact revenge by pounding Ed ineffectively in the back. The fun only ended when another schoolmate laid Coleman out with a swift punch. At which point some poor sod had the task of finding our very responsible teachers.

Many more fun things happened, but I can't recall them right now. Nonetheless, it was the most fun I've ever had on a school trip.

Length and all that.
(Uncle Comrade, Fri 8 Dec 2006, 0:42, Reply)