The Worst Journey in the WorldAspley 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.
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chthonic, Thu 7 Sep 2006, 12:40)
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the worst journey in the worldThe National Express coach service from Brussels to Manchester.
The first part of the trip was ok and going under the channel in the tunnel was fun but Victoria Coach station in London is something i never wish to experience again....
The station was heaving with folk and really hot and stuffy and smelly,so we went to the nearest pub and ordered a meal.
The pub was run by a psychotic Basil Fawlty lookalike and obviously he had put the fear of god into his eastern european employees as they were running around with really stressed looks on their faces,while Basil occasionally berated them and seemed to enjoy them jumping and flinching at his orders,what a twit he was.
We got out of there fast and tried to get on the coach,the driver was having a humdinger of an argument with some Spanish students who were going camping in the lake district.
The driver wouldn't let them take little camping gas cylinders in the luggage hold,the students had just bought them from a nearby shop and two of the girls began to cry,the driver was adamant that the canisters either went in the bin or they found alternative transportation,he was a real hardnut no nonsense sort.I felt sorry for the students as i'd been camping and had a can of gas in my luggage ,well concealed,so i told them to stash it when the driver wasn't looking.
Finally we got on the bus and to my horror it was completely packed,i had to sit next to an african lady who was breastfeeding her baby ,but then the kid started screaming horrendously for two hours.
By this time i was Knackered and managed to get away from her and sat near the drivers as space had become free as people got off.
It was pitch black 10pm and nearly everyone still on the coach was fast asleep.
The driver and codriver were waffling away to themselves and then turned round to look at the passengers.
"eeeh terry ,look at that ,its like the night of the fu***in' flesh eating zombies..."
(the co driver then then did a very sarcastic impression of people asleep with their mouths wide open).
At last we arrived in Manchester,got off the bus and within five seconds a shifty character came upto me and said with a wry grin,"Business?".I got in the nearest taxi and was very thankful to get home.
I'm never going on a coach again.
(, Thu 14 Sep 2006, 16:00, Reply)
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