Number Seven was simple: Go Camping...
So, at the beginning of the year, when Sarah and I made these goals, we wanted to go camping. We had picked a date and everything. But, we never got around to it.
Looking forward to the end of the year, it doesn't seem like we're going to have time to either. Like who would go camping in December in England or Wales? That's like asking to be killed. You would probably die of frostbite or something.
Anyway, enough of the rambling... I looked back on the year, and looked at the opportunities we have had to go camping, and I guess there were many. BUT. I can think of one time when we might as well have camped.
It all goes back to that London trip.
So, we were supposed to be getting the coach back to Liverpool around 6:30pm I think, I actually can't remember the time. But that's irrelevant anyway. So before we were gonna get the coach, we decided that we would get some dinner. I mean it had been a long day in London, a long trip there, and it was gonna be a long trip back home. So, the four of us, Sarah, Bekki, James and myself had decided we would go to a Little Frankies, get some food, and make it back to the coach station on time for the coaches.
We checked with the waiter if we would have time to eat, and get to the station on time, and he was pretty confident that we would. So all was a go, we ordered food, ate it, then looked at the time. LOL! Panic, we were getting pretty close to the coach having to go. But, we thought we could make it.
We thought wrong... Imagine this. Four people running through London, with about ten minuted before the coach was due to leave, people everywhere, traffic all over the place, and none of us really too sure where we were, or where we were going. We kept running past people, kinda excusing ourselves for knocking them a little. When, we looked at the time, and decided to kinda give up... We tried our best to get there on time, and we did. Kind of. Like James and I watched the coach drive away, I kinda thought it was funny, something that Frenchy and I would do.
Luckily James was getting on another coach to Leeds, so he was okay. And Bekki lives there, so she was sorted. But what would me and Sarah do?...
Well, we managed to convince a lady on the desk that we had missed our coach, and she kindly changed us on to another one, at a small cost. Sorted, we could get home. Only thing was, now we had extra time to chill out in London. Score. Until it rained. Like really rained, a lot...
Sarah and I had got absolutely soaked in London on a bike, it was getting dark, it was cold, and if I remember rightly, we had about two hours to wait for he coach... So we decided we would head to the toilets in the station, and use the hand dryers to try and dry ourselves off with.
Man, it was cold! However, I think this added to the adventure. Here's some pictures to sum it all up :)
So we look a little down hearted, and sorry for ourselves. But we now look back on this awesome adventure. And remember the time when we tried to sleep on the coach, freezing, soaking wet, and tired. But, we also remember the time we got a hot chocolate for 100p, and ran around London.
This would be our adventure in London, but also our camping trip on the coach. We got home around 6am. Dude, crazy!