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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Those were the days…
Aged 17 on a student EuroRail ticket we ended up crashing out in a platform waiting room in Firenze, Italy. We’d missed the last train to our next destination, probably pissed and tired and thought the shelter looked warm and cosy, each claiming a bench apiece for a bunk.
It was late next morning when we realised our mistake, not expecting to be woken at gunpoint by an Italian Police unit ranting and raving. It was a rather surreal scene as the platform was crowded with hundreds of Italian school children in uniform, most of which had their faces squashed up against the windows of our temporary abode.
We gathered our belongings and were frogmarched at gunpoint to the Transport Police headquarters. On presenting our UK passports which had been endorsed by the Liverpool Customs Office, the chief just laughed in our faces. The reason being, that Roma had recently beaten the Scousers in the final of the European Cup.
On the strength of that and our sorry dishevelled appearance, they turned us loose on the streets at liberty to continue our European adventure…
( , Sun 31 Dec 2006, 13:58, Reply)
Aged 17 on a student EuroRail ticket we ended up crashing out in a platform waiting room in Firenze, Italy. We’d missed the last train to our next destination, probably pissed and tired and thought the shelter looked warm and cosy, each claiming a bench apiece for a bunk.
It was late next morning when we realised our mistake, not expecting to be woken at gunpoint by an Italian Police unit ranting and raving. It was a rather surreal scene as the platform was crowded with hundreds of Italian school children in uniform, most of which had their faces squashed up against the windows of our temporary abode.
We gathered our belongings and were frogmarched at gunpoint to the Transport Police headquarters. On presenting our UK passports which had been endorsed by the Liverpool Customs Office, the chief just laughed in our faces. The reason being, that Roma had recently beaten the Scousers in the final of the European Cup.
On the strength of that and our sorry dishevelled appearance, they turned us loose on the streets at liberty to continue our European adventure…
( , Sun 31 Dec 2006, 13:58, Reply)
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