The Worst Journey in the World
Aspley Cherry Garrard was the youngest member of the Scott Polar Expedition when he and two others lost their tent to the winds of a night-time snowstorm. They spent hours in temperatures below -70°F stumbling about the ice floes hoping they'd bump into it as it was their only hope of survival.
OK, so that was bad, but we reckon you've had worse. We know how hard you lot are.
( , Thu 7 Sep 2006, 12:40)
Aspley Cherry Garrard was the youngest member of the Scott Polar Expedition when he and two others lost their tent to the winds of a night-time snowstorm. They spent hours in temperatures below -70°F stumbling about the ice floes hoping they'd bump into it as it was their only hope of survival.
OK, so that was bad, but we reckon you've had worse. We know how hard you lot are.
( , Thu 7 Sep 2006, 12:40)
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Coaches...
I had a pretty bad journey on saturday, on the way back from camp - apparently it was against the rules to go to a different drop-off/pick-up point than the one you caught your original coach from, so even though I had to be in south London that night, I had to take a coach to Leeds.
Thus: A coach from camp, all the way to some other camp to pick up football people (took us an hour out of our way), then dropped off in a warehouse near Manchester.
Left there for an hour, then caught a different coach to Leeds.
At Leeds, get a train to Sheffield. Wait on Sheffield station for a bit.
Get a train from Sheffield to St. Pancras.
Tube from Kings X to Bank (hellish)
DLR from Bank to Lewisham (scary sitting at the front, it's like a rollercoaster...)
Then I had to fucking WALK from Lewisham station to my destination. Half an hour, uphill, with a massive heavy fucking suitcase. It was upsetting.
( , Fri 8 Sep 2006, 22:28, Reply)
I had a pretty bad journey on saturday, on the way back from camp - apparently it was against the rules to go to a different drop-off/pick-up point than the one you caught your original coach from, so even though I had to be in south London that night, I had to take a coach to Leeds.
Thus: A coach from camp, all the way to some other camp to pick up football people (took us an hour out of our way), then dropped off in a warehouse near Manchester.
Left there for an hour, then caught a different coach to Leeds.
At Leeds, get a train to Sheffield. Wait on Sheffield station for a bit.
Get a train from Sheffield to St. Pancras.
Tube from Kings X to Bank (hellish)
DLR from Bank to Lewisham (scary sitting at the front, it's like a rollercoaster...)
Then I had to fucking WALK from Lewisham station to my destination. Half an hour, uphill, with a massive heavy fucking suitcase. It was upsetting.
( , Fri 8 Sep 2006, 22:28, Reply)
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