LONG DAY’S JOURNEY INTO A REPLACEMENT BUS SERVICE
It’s terrific really. Did 6 months plus travelling last year outside of the UK and not once did I have anything like the hilarious (NOT) experience encountered yesterday in Wintry Sussex. All I wanted to do was get an hour southwards to visit some friends and get some , uh, “fresh” air. Well I left at noon, and got there in time for sunset (pic attached at Post Foot). Three hours forty five minutes of travel on, wait for it, the Gatwick Express. Three trains and two buses each way. A lady said to me “It’s not like this in Croatia”.
In OTHER NEWS, I reacquainted myself with some suitably and traditionally camp British Airways trolley dollies in my first flights for 18 years.
To Spain, incidentally.
Compared with Life on the Ocean Wave, this rapid form of transport was shockingly ordinary compared with my memories of Airplane movies, Air Crash Investigation and Snakes on a Plane. Gorgeous food, hilarious numbers of plastic mini bottles of gin knowingly thrown onto our trays, and darn cheap compared with my Trains and Boats strategy. Provided the Force 12 hurricane type winds which I experienced on the odd Princess Cruise last year don’t translate into hours of Atmospheric Wobble, and Turbulent Tumult, I may have to take this innovative jetting to fields afar, such as California and India in the years to come. Anything to Chrexit from Brexit.
Speaking of which, er, lets not.
More words soon, Dear Reader.