Where is the strangest place you have slept?
'lardaholics anonymous' was bored and started a new question over in the old question, so the least we can do is make it official. What with New Year's celebrations coming up, asking for the strangest place you have slept is nicely appropriate too.
In case you are wondering, Portsmouth beach in the fog. Very strange waking up to that.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 8:57)
'lardaholics anonymous' was bored and started a new question over in the old question, so the least we can do is make it official. What with New Year's celebrations coming up, asking for the strangest place you have slept is nicely appropriate too.
In case you are wondering, Portsmouth beach in the fog. Very strange waking up to that.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 8:57)
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north of italy this time, another random train journey took us somewhere in coastal piedmont, and, as luck would have it, very very fucking far away from anything that resembled a camp site or hostel (that would charge less than six pounds per night... yes, we were that cheap). anyway, a universal decision to sleep on the beach is taken, and immediately regretted. apart from the fact that this was the rockiest beach this side of anywhere, we were all habitually inspected by strange little bearded men. about three hours and twelve little bearded men later, one of our party sits up to ask 'what the fuck?'. we look left and right, and lo and behold, every twenty yards is a couple getting down to it. it's then that we notice that this particular stretch of the beach happens to be the town's effective red light district, and we had in fact been advertising our wares to every pervert in town (one of whom followed us all the way to the train station when we made our hasty exit).
( , Sat 30 Dec 2006, 15:26, Reply)
north of italy this time, another random train journey took us somewhere in coastal piedmont, and, as luck would have it, very very fucking far away from anything that resembled a camp site or hostel (that would charge less than six pounds per night... yes, we were that cheap). anyway, a universal decision to sleep on the beach is taken, and immediately regretted. apart from the fact that this was the rockiest beach this side of anywhere, we were all habitually inspected by strange little bearded men. about three hours and twelve little bearded men later, one of our party sits up to ask 'what the fuck?'. we look left and right, and lo and behold, every twenty yards is a couple getting down to it. it's then that we notice that this particular stretch of the beach happens to be the town's effective red light district, and we had in fact been advertising our wares to every pervert in town (one of whom followed us all the way to the train station when we made our hasty exit).
( , Sat 30 Dec 2006, 15:26, Reply)
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