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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Frankfurt Airport
Well, it wasn't really a strange place to crash in itself, but it was certainly a strange night. I walked all over the place (and it's a bloody big airport) looking for the best spot to crash and concluded that by far the premium spot consisted of five nicely upholstered benches just outside one of the cafes. They were all of course taken. You'd think when designing an airport that they might give consideration to people crashing there by making a high proportion of their seating crash-friendly, but no, these were the only suitable spots in the entire place. So I settled down nearby and waited for one to become available...
Sure enough, one of the inhabitants moved off to catch an early flight, so I snaffled his bench, felt very smug and settled down for some much-needed shuteye.
A couple of hours later I woke up feeling decidedly warm and snuggly. This was unusual seeing as it had been bloody freezing all night. I soon discovered the source of heat. Did I mention that these benches were very close together? I was being hugged by the fat, sweaty, hairy man on the bench next to me, who in his unconscious state must have thought I was his wife or something.
Not an experience I'm keen to repeat, but hey, it was £200 cheaper than a direct flight.
( , Sun 31 Dec 2006, 20:06, Reply)
Well, it wasn't really a strange place to crash in itself, but it was certainly a strange night. I walked all over the place (and it's a bloody big airport) looking for the best spot to crash and concluded that by far the premium spot consisted of five nicely upholstered benches just outside one of the cafes. They were all of course taken. You'd think when designing an airport that they might give consideration to people crashing there by making a high proportion of their seating crash-friendly, but no, these were the only suitable spots in the entire place. So I settled down nearby and waited for one to become available...
Sure enough, one of the inhabitants moved off to catch an early flight, so I snaffled his bench, felt very smug and settled down for some much-needed shuteye.
A couple of hours later I woke up feeling decidedly warm and snuggly. This was unusual seeing as it had been bloody freezing all night. I soon discovered the source of heat. Did I mention that these benches were very close together? I was being hugged by the fat, sweaty, hairy man on the bench next to me, who in his unconscious state must have thought I was his wife or something.
Not an experience I'm keen to repeat, but hey, it was £200 cheaper than a direct flight.
( , Sun 31 Dec 2006, 20:06, Reply)
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