France, Belgium and Holland mayhem.
Our French class provided us with a four day school trip to centre parcs in er... Belgium. We also visited Holland.

Our ferry trip over was pretty uneventful apart from three or four kids vomiting intensly over the rail and turning green, whilst some of the naughty kids indulged in a bit of petty shop lifting to pass the time.

The rest of the trip consisted of:

Eating boiled eggs in france. Lots of boiled eggs.

Seeing how many kids we could get into a waterslide. I remember flying down the tube and smashing my nose into the back of another kids head and getting stuck in the queue, if the pain and claustrophobia wasn't enough,I was then sliced in the back by a girl's sharp toenails as she bulleted into my back. I eventually got out.


Some of the kids managed to buy bottles of beer, divers knives, starter pistols and the like. They stashed the beer outside their windows in the hedge. Unfortunately, word must have gotten around to the teachers as they confiscated the booze.
Luckily, one kid discovered a crate had been left (unseen by adult eyes..
So,One night we dared a few of the kids to drink the beer... we then watched as they ran amok across the campus, drunk and noisy and staggering about.

The very next morning, somebody pointed out that the beer was non-alcoholic. The 'drunkards' were nothing of the sort. Just the placebo effect in action.
Clever teachers eh?

One kid was cautioned for firing his starter pistol in the street.

Some kids stole porn from Holland.

Some kids stole Chocolate from Belgium and was caught and cautioned.

I and three other lads decided to hire out some bikes and we didn't need to show our passports or anything, but we had to stay inside the campus... so we promptly cycled out of the gates and decided to explore the neighbourhood. Three miles down the road, we realise we are lost. So we dumped the bikes under a bridge and caught the bus back to centre parcs. I swore I would one day return and claim my bike, but now i realise it would be very strange, considering i'm now 25 and have no need for a foreign childs bike.

We also thought we would be dead cool and try and smuggle the divers knives and starter pistol back to england, inside hollowed out baguettes. We didn't realise we wouldn't get seached... kinda lost the magic of smuggling really, made it too easy.

I'm sure there's lots more I've forgotten.

T3h L3ngth j0k3!!!111!!!!111!!!!111 ect.
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Tue 12 Dec 2006, 3:43, Reply)