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July 2002 |
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Taking the advise of the campsite owner, who i now belive was |
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taking the Jonathan T Fish, we walked to the main road. Now this walked started badly enough, and got steadily worse. First |
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of all there was this tight muddy midgie ridden path, which lead |
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us to some big field thing riddled with big muddy puddles like |
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the one in the picture. |
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While nobody fell in unfortunately, there were too many close |
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calls than one would care to have before the effects of alcohol |
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had even thought about kicking in. |
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Then we were ‘treated’ to some tree singing. Or at least, there |
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was some high pitched pixie woman hiding somewhere in the forest singing. It was like a scene from a horror movie, random singing in the middle of a deserted forest...strange stuff... |
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OK! Its now over a month since we went Road Trip and because of exams i’ve kinda lost my train of thought! But i’ll try anyway since i have feck all to do this week except dig up some garden and drink beer. |
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So, lets look at the next picture to inspire me... |
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Ah, now i remember. We were going to get |
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Drunk! In London. And we had to cross these big puddle things in oour half decent clothes...although Fergie chose to wear his FC Lotto T shirt - he was half dead by this time though... |
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After the manky field, was the main road. And it was way longer that we were told it was and we were already later. So we stopped at a pub and eveeeeentually got a taxi number that worked. Obviously we have some beers while we were waiting. |
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So we got on the tube, which would take us about half an hour, texting Mr Bike Rider that we would get to London eventually. |